Adrian didn't flinch or even step away from Elara. Instead, he moved even closer, his hand sliding firmly around her waist as he lifted his gaze to meet Carris'.
Elara's body immediately went rigid the moment his palm came in contact with the thin layer of fabric at her side. Her expression turned cold instantly.
"Let go," she said in a sharp dangerous whisper.
But Adrian did not budge. Instead, his grip tightened more.
Elara felt her blood boil. She did not care whatever reason he had for doing this. She only wanted the pressure of his hand off her waist.
A cold snort escaped her lips as she immediately reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to wrench his hand away from her body.
But Adrian remained as still as a statue.
Elara applied more force not realizing the movement kept pressing her palm tightly against his hand.
Still... he did not let go. Instead, his gaze slowly lowered to where their hands were tangled together, his expression turning unreadable.
