Cornelia's POV
David was revealing a different facet of himself. Something softer, more tender that left me drowning in confusion. Did he believe that one moment of shared intimacy meant we'd become regular lovers? He was mistaken.
Mother had been clear about this being wrong, and it needed to stop.
"And where exactly will you be going, sweetheart?"
"That's not your concern," I snapped back, letting ice coat every word. "And quit using that name."
David's face remained unchanged, still wearing that infuriating pleasant expression. Perhaps the afterglow hadn't faded yet. "Stop calling you what? Sweetheart? I have no intention of stopping. I enjoy calling you sweetheart, even though sweet is the last thing you are."
