Ophelia gaped in shock. Why, oh why, did he suddenly sound so much like the fire god? Such words.... What did he mean?
Danil laughed out loud at her perplexed expression. "Aw, what a pitiful face!"
"Danil!" Viktor slammed the table.
"Daniel, you are acting like a child right now." Yulia grumbled.
"Ophelia, keep away from him." Esmeralda grumbled, grabbing Ophelia's arm and pulled her out of the dining room.
Ophelia made no effort to yank her hand away. She attempted to comprehend those statements, letting her thoughts wander. "Choice?"
"What?" Esmeralda froze mid-question and shifted her gaze incredulously to Ophelia. "You're not allowing his words to get to you, are you?"
"Esme, there is already a lot happening. The fire god continues interfering with my dreams, my father and uncle want to kill me, the family of my future husband despises me, Nikolai has two mates, and I..."