Almila
Although I wanted to ask whom she was talking about, there was only one green-eyed man I knew. Yet the fact that this woman seemed to know Theron was even more unsettling than her words.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, fixing all my attention on her. Perhaps because I had snapped at her, the look in her eyes shifted slightly. She raised her brows, tapped a finger against her chin, and pretended to think.
"He said he would come after you, didn't he?"
How did she know that?
As everyone at the table fell silent, their gazes moving between her and me, I could feel the tension in the air tightening. Even without looking at Kayra, I could sense the pheromones rising from him. I could not tell whether he was angry or simply asserting his dominance, but they were far more intoxicating than usual.
"How do you know him?"
This time, it was Aybanu who answered before the white-haired woman could.
