Chapter 89. Partying

Proserpina

As for Lucien, he did not say a word but the hand that fastened itself around my upper arm, presumably to help me, was like a harsh vice, tight and painful. I dabbed at my mouth furtively but I felt his cold eyes follow my gesture.

'What was that?' he snarled, his voice low and vibrating with a slow-burning rage.

I turned to look up at him fearfully, wide-eyed. I had fashioned my long hair in a chignon, to make myself look older and more mature but at that moment, I felt like a guilty schoolgirl caught by the harshest teacher ever, preparing for the inevitable punishment.

'I...I wanted to thank him...' I whispered, aware that the bodyguards were with us, a few feet away. And aware that they could hear us.

"Thank him?' sneered Lucien, his hand tightening even more, 'What has he done for you, eh?'

I felt a coldness inside me.

The manner in which Lucien regarded me in suspicion troubled me. When would he realise that