Heidi tries to smile back, but her mind is a whirl.
Across the aisle, the Bellamys are stone statues of outrage. Darien's jaw ticks like he's grinding his teeth down to dust. Grayson's arms are crossed so tightly that it looks painful. Morgan looks like he might leap across the room and drag her away bodily. And Amias…Amias just stares. His gaze pins her unwaveringly, like he knows he can just stand up and do to her whatever he wants if he so pleases.
Heidi swallows. She should be afraid. She should be shrinking.
But instead… She lets herself lean back, casual as anything as her smile begins to slightly widen while she lifts her chin in their direction.
It's petty. It's reckless. It's dangerous.
But watching their fury burn hotter and hotter across the aisle? Watching Daphne vibrate with the effort of not screaming?
It's worth it. Worth every damn dare.
