“Armani… let go of me,” Riley whispered, but he didn’t listen.
“What do you want?” Armani snapped toward the door, his voice sharp.
“Uh… I was just wondering if you’ve seen Riley,” Lucas said from the other side. “I can’t find her at the feast.”
Armani smirked, clearly amused.
“I have no idea,” he replied lazily. “She could be anywhere… maybe even on top of me.”
Riley’s eyes widened as she smacked his shoulder, glaring at him.
“What did you say?” Lucas asked, pressing closer to the door.
“I said I don’t know,” Armani answered coldly. “Wherever she is, it’s none of my business.”
Outside, Lucas scoffed. “Yeah, right. Whatever. I’ll find her myself.”
Footsteps faded as he walked away.
Riley turned back to Armani, hitting him again. “You’re a monster.”
“Oh, please,” Armani smirked,
