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Out of everyone on that damn court, he was the one to come fetch the ball?
Yeah, right. That thing didn't just slip from his hands and fly across yards to conveniently hit Leo of all people. Not when I had just witnessed him sinking impossible shots with perfect precision from all the way across the court.
How clumsy of him.
Or was he aiming for me? At this point, I wouldn't put it past him.
"My bad," he said smoothly.
A blatant lie.
His voice, cool and composed, didn't match the sharp glint in his eyes or the smug twist of his lips. The words were empty, dripping with amusement, like he was toying with Leo.
He did it on purpose.
He did see me sitting here with Leo and decided to himself how could we be having a perfectly normal afternoon looking perfectly content with our perfect lives when he was in our vicinity.
He wanted to mess with us.
A mortifying realization coiled in my gut—he had caught me staring at him.
Leo clenched his fists at his sides, tension rippling through his entire body as he locked eyes with Dracken. His jaw tightened, grinding so hard I swore I could hear his teeth creak.
I had never seen him like this. Sure, Leo wasn't exactly buddies with him before, but this? This was different. This felt personal.
Rome, on the other hand, looked utterly unfazed—amused, even.
Like he was waiting for something.
Waiting for Leo to swing first.
Shit. He's baiting him.
I shot up from my seat, reaching for Leo's clenched fist, wrapping my fingers around his knuckles, willing him to breathe, and not fall for it.
Provocation is what he does best after all, manipulative bastard.
Don't give him the satisfaction.
"Let it go, Leo," I whispered, my voice firm, unwavering.
A muscle in Leo's jaw ticked, his nostrils flaring—but he didn't move.
"Yes, listen to her, Leo," Rome drawled, his voice soaked in mockery as he said his name. Effortlessly yanked the ball back into his grip and took a few steps back still watching Leo.
His smirk widened, a slow, knowing curl of his lips, but his gaze? Not once did it flicker to me. Not once did he acknowledge my presence.
And I was somewhat glad for it.
With the denigrating mirth swirling in his uncaring, cold eyes, I wasn't about to see any remorse anyway. And I don't think I was ready to see mocking either. Which I can tell he would have for me.