Ilaria wanted to look him in the eyes and say nothing was wrong, but truthfully, nothing was right either. To him, it must have seemed like she was being bratty again, a spoiled princess sulking over some trifle. If only it were that simple.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the tome as she looked at the words, muttering, "Why would it matter to you?"
Levan's jaw flexed at her answer. He had no idea what happened but he thought Lysander and his wife may or may not have decided to gang up on him. He said, "Because you sit there glowering at me as if I've committed some grave offense. If you have a grievance, speak it. I don't waste time with sulking and guesswork."
Ilaria pursed her lips. It was a good thing she was not facing him else he would see her expression. "I told you, I'm reading," she insisted. "Just leave me alone, it has nothing to do with you."
And there goes his irritation.
