Marcus then stared between Josephine and me, sensing the heavy, unsaid tension between us. I even saw Xander twitch his lips in an almost invisible trace of amusement passing behind his blank mask, as if he was genuinely enjoying the drama.
I wanted to scold him right then and there for being so unbothered, but I kept my mouth shut and focused on the threat in front of me. Xander wasn't making it easy.
Taking advantage of the fact that Marcus was briefly distracted by a hushed question from the guard chief, Xander lazily reached for the silver teapot.
He didn't just pour himself a fresh cup, but he also looked straight at me, lifted his eyebrows by a fraction of a millimeter, and subtly pointed the spout toward my plate, offering more tea with a face so entirely blank it deserved an award.
I gave him a sharp, warning glare, digging my fingernails into my palms to keep from kicking his shin under the table.
