Draven POV
I stared at her, at the frown on her face and the determination etched between her brows.
She meant it, if I continued holding onto her, she would scream.
I felt a flash of pain behind my eyes. Did she like him that much? Enough to risk defying me?
“Fine.” I spat out. “Since you want to do this here, we can do it here.”
I was vaguely aware of the eyes of several of my subjects watching me, some trying to be discreet, others watching with full attention.
I cursed lowly.
“Do you have feelings for him?”
“Feelings for who?” She asked, looking confused as if I hadn’t just seen the both of them flirting with each other.
“Feelings for Lucas.” I gritted out. “I saw the way you were smiling at him.” It pained me to have to ask so directly, but I had no choice. She was pretend
