Draven kept watching me. Not constantly. Not obviously. Yet every few moments, those golden eyes drifted toward me and amusement flickered there.
The realization irritated me even more. He was enjoying this. The infuriating man was actually enjoying this so I folded my arms.
This marriage was political. I did not care. I absolutely did not care.
Vivienne could throw herself from the nearest tower for all I cared.
The thought sounded convincing for approximately three seconds. Then Vivienne placed both hands on Draven's chest while smiling directly at me and something inside me snapped.
Perhaps it was her expression. Perhaps it was the smug satisfaction practically radiating from her. Perhaps it was the fact that she clearly wanted a reaction.
Whatever the reason, I had finally reach
