Viona's POV
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He said it with that calm expression, a faint, teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips like nothing had happened between us.
Right… I hadn't seen his face when I woke up from fainting this morning, but ever since he came home, the exhaustion, regret, and annoyance I'd glimpsed on him last night were nowhere to be seen. Even tired, his eyes kept sparking when they met mine.
I frowned in irritation and pressed the plaster down on his wrist, making sure it stayed secure.
"Do you think that's funny? I'm not done being angry with you!" I snapped, tossing the first aid kit back into its box.
I stood from the sofa, and he gripped my wrist.
"I know. I said I'd wait for your anger to cool. But you also know I'm honest about my feelings for you."
I sighed, trying to pull my hand free, but he held on tight.
