I stared at him like he'd just confessed to murder.
Elias.
Of course it was him. Who else would pull a stunt like this, dance with me, hide behind a mask, and say nothing while I scrambled to figure out who he was?
Anger slammed into me so hard I nearly shook with it. My fists curled at my sides. How dare he?
"You," I spat. "Of course it was you. Because why not? Why not add one more thing to the long list of reasons why I can't stand you?"
Elias's jaw tightened, his mask dangling loosely from his fingers. His dark eyes locked on me, unflinching, but there was something stormy in them, something that only made me angrier.
"You think this is funny?" I demanded, taking a step closer, my heels digging into the gravel like I wanted to leave marks. "What, were you planning to laugh about it later with Ronan? Oh, look at Maeve, the clueless little scholarship girl, didn't even know she was dancing with the heir—"
"Stop."
The word wasn't loud, but it was firm.
