Andria's POV
Zade's scent overwhelmed my nose like de ja vu as always, and when I turned around, he was there, walking toward us. But today, I was in no mood to entertain him.
He strode toward our table slowly, his gaze fixed on me, with those eyes that made me uncomfortable, but I was lost in them.
"Aria." His voice was smooth, deep, edged with something dangerous.
I set my fork down. "Zade."
He didn't look at anyone else, not even the princess. His gaze stayed locked on me.
"What do you want?" I asked in a tight and firm tone.
"Oops, slow down, he is such a hottie, why do you even answer him in such a manner?" Arlo interrupted in his fan girl manner, and that just made me glare at him.
"We need to talk," he said it with a clenched jaw, his tone sharp and ordering, reminding me of old Zade. A little sense of irritation and desire crawled down my spine.
"Talk about what?" I wasn't taking that commanding tone from Zade ever again, not now that I'm Aria and not Andria.
