ALEXANDER
Faye’s chair scraped lightly against the floor as she rose. I didn’t miss the way she kept her posture perfect, her expression calm, as though Bella’s thinly veiled insults had slid right past her.
But I’d seen the flash in her eyes, the subtle tightening of her jaw before she smoothed it away. She wasn’t unaffected
...no one would be...but she’d handled it with more composure than I think Bella expected.
She left the table without another word, the faint scent of her lingering in the air long after she’d stepped out. My eyes followed her until the dining room doors closed behind her.
Only then did I turn to Bella. “What the hell is your problem?”
Bella's eyes widened, all false innocence, as if she couldn’t possibly imagine what I meant. “My problem?” she echoed, tilting
