CHAPTER 52 What About Us?

  Calista

  His tight grip against my wrist made my eyes widen as I stared at him. What had I just done?

  I laughed nervously. "You're joking," I said, gulping. "I'm so sorry I asked you that. Maybe I was a little drunk at the masquerade-"

  "I saw and observed all of your moves, Calista," he interrupted, pulling me closer. I found myself staring into his darkened eyes, which had softened unexpectedly.

  "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice filled with nervousness.

  "I saw how you denied everything, even the wine," he laughed.

  My cheeks turned red, and I looked down, feeling the sting of my embarrassing lie.

  "Well-"

  As Draven spoke, his grip on his pen tightened noticeably, his knuckles whitening. "And I wonder what you were doing with Zane," he cut me off abruptly, his voice low and controlled, though I sensed an underlying tension that made me uneasy.