Lilianna, who saw the silent exchange, felt a cold, disgusting lump in her throat.
The tenderness that Grayson showed Neville was like a slap in the face to every year she had spent maintaining her 'friendly' distance.
'Look at how Grayson treats that slut,' her inner voice whispered. 'Treating a pebble like he's something precious.'
Lilianna's grip on her silver fork tightened, trembling.
Her vision blurred at the edges, which made her pheromones threaten to leak through its filters.
She wanted to scream, make a scene.
'Calm down,' her inner voice hissed, sharper now. 'Proceed with the plan.'
Lilianna took a shallow, steadying breath, forcing herself to swallow her grievances. She smoothed her expression back into her kind expression.
"He was always so bossy, wasn't he, Neville?"
Lilianna said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
"It's Grayson's habit that was honed from the front lines. You really have to be patient with him."
