“You what?”
Senya pulled her hand from Tyrion’s grip, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
“I said Alton knows everything. You don’t have to act like you actually like me around him.”
Tyrion, who was now inside the room under the impromptu act of visiting his fiancée, pinched his forehead, gathering his brows. “I don’t believe this. It took you less than a couple of hours to tell someone about this. Had I known you had such loose lips, I would never have agreed.”
Senya couldn’t hold back her derisive snort. She backed away from Tyrion, her hand still tingling from when he had tightly gripped it the moment he saw Alton, and drew closer to the comfort of Alton’s height.
“Alton deserved to know,” Senya said, though there was a pile of doubt dropping in the pit of
