Olivia snapped her eyes away from Matthias, lowering her gaze to glare at Leon. "Damn you," she hissed under her breath, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper. "Damn you, you scheming, treacherous fox."
Leon let out a sharp, thoroughly amused laugh. "You can stop with the curses, sister-in-law. It won't do anything to cover up what you just admitted so beautifully."
Olivia swallowed hard, her throat tightening as a rare flush of heat hit her cheeks. She abruptly turned her face away, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of looking at her defeated pride.
Amused by her reaction, Leon turned his head toward the balcony doors, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Hey, you frozen statue," he called out, his voice laced with mockery. "Get over here. She already knows you're standing right there."
