Aryanna's POV:
I started walking away, ignoring Ian calling me. I pushed past the maids in the way, muttering apologies as I walked faster.
"Aryanna." Ian's voice was closer and before I could climb up the stairs, his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back.
"Aryanna. You have to listen to me. It wasn't what it looked like."
I refused to look at his eyes, staring at his feet. "I know what I saw. You promised that she was nothing, but you were hugging her."
"Love, please look at me." He whispered and cupped my face, making me look at him.
His eyes were swimming pools of remorse, and I felt my throat close up and I shook my head. "I…"
His ears perked and his eyes narrowed and he grabbed my arm, pulling me behind him as we marched up the stairs.
"What is wrong with you?" I ask
