Andria's POV
The hair on my neck stood, and I felt like my breath had disappeared for a moment.
I froze, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. My mind screamed for space, for air, but my traitorous heartbeat seemed determined to betray me.
"Athena, this is not the time for you to be excited," I mentally warned Athena, who was excited about the proximity of her mate to her.
"You're not going to get that answer from me, Aven," I said, keeping my tone flat even though every nerve in my body was on edge.
His face tightened. "You can lie to everybody, Aria. You can lie to them…" His gaze bored into me, "but not to me."
"You think I'm lying, what made you think…" I started, but he cut me off with a low, frustrated sound.
"You think I don't notice the way you look at me? Or the way you avoid my touch like you are afraid you will drown in it?"
