Bree turned her gaze away. She did not want to see what she was not supposed to see, though she was supposed to be tempting these men. Bree had a feeling that they were the ones who were tempting her in return.
Cian beckoned her with his forefinger, and Bree, despite trying her best to ignore the man and his actions in front of her, could not help but snarl when she saw how the man was treating her. What was even more shocking was that a man was able to get that kind of reaction from her. She had never lost her temper. Not once.
She pursed her lips and walked over to where the man was sitting. She didn't run away, nor did she scream for help. She knew that there was no point; even if she was the queen, the situation was not optimistic. The residual drug in her system had caused others to believe that she had lost her mind, and Bree knew that even if she made a fuss, that would only make others look at her with an even more disdainful gaze.
