Phinn was very pleased with himself, simply for the internal turmoil he just caused Arion.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she hissed back at him.
He chuckled and replied, “Now, now Arion. Don’t lie to me, we already discussed the consequences of that. Your face gives away more than you think.”
Phinn watched her rigid posture and could almost see the steam emulating from her ears. He leaned in close to whisper. “Your looks do too. I feel more certain now than before that you and Owen are…intimate with each other.”
He smiled even wider when Arion’s head snapped to attention. He saw the pure panic in her eyes, but she tried to fool him with her stilled appearance.
“That’s what I thought.” He let the cockiness show in his voice.