The whispers on our table get louder the moment Aziel declares he is courting me, which is not really the case. He is not courting me. I don’t know anything about that. He is just purposely trying to stir them up and get all their attention on us.
For what reason?
I don’t know. That’s just what I can think of.
“He is courting you?” Lindsay leans closer to whisper a question.
I turn to her with a stern expression. “He is not.”
“But—”
Lindsay bites her tongue and presses her lips into a thin line when I silently threaten her with a menacing gaze. I quickly face Aziel and pull his arm. He immediately gives me his attention by turning his head to look back at me.
“Take that back,” I firmly order him.
Acting as if he is naive and innocent, he tilts his head and asks, “Take back what?”
