"That look in your eyes gives away your feelings," Drayce spoke, his intention obvious.
Arlan glared at him. "And what about now?"
"You can try but you cannot hurt me. You better save that for your enemies."
The knock on the door interrupted their banter.
"Your Highness, it’s Orian. I brought tea for you," the voice announced.
The door opened and Oriana entered the study, only to find two pairs of eyes—one a deep blue and other one a striking red—keenly staring at her.
Flustered, she lowered her gaze. ’What’s with these two? Did I come at a bad time?’ She walked towards the desk to put that tray down.
Arlan looked at Drayce as if saying, ’You should spare that staring for your woman.’
Drayce offered him a mocking smirk, as if replying, ’Did it offend you as if I am staring at your woman?’
’My possession.’
’Whatever.’
When these two were talking through their eyes, a skill they developed over their years of friendship, Oriana poured the tea in two cups. She brought the cups to them, with her gaze never daring to look at them, despite being completely aware that they were staring at her.
Drayce took the tea cup from the tray in her hands. No one knew exactly what his thoughts were, but his gaze remained trained on the young woman. Seemingly whimsical, he turned his attention back to Arlan. "Prince Cian met with his mother’s relatives and found a new lead about the black nightshade plantation."
The tray in Oriana’s hands almost shook, but there were no other changes in her expression. She didn’t know why, but her intuition was telling her she was being scrutinized.
Arlan accepted his tea cup as well. "Hmm, he sure works fast. I am sure he will return with something useful."
"He set for us to meet tonight to talk about his findings," Drayce added, his sight never leaving Oriana even after she bowed and turned to leave. He had sure touched the topic that interests her and he got the reaction he had expected.
Once she was out of the study, Oriana calmed her heart. The red-eyed man did not do anything strange, but something about him really scared her.
After letting out another deep breath, her mind worked on what the two devils were talking about inside the study.
’Leads about black nightshade?’
She thought about Cian. Her first impression of the Crown Prince of Abetha was that he was a capable, goal-oriented person, which was the exact opposite of the good-for-nothing young master vibe that Arlan gave her during their first encounter.
’That kind of serious prince likely found out its location already. I hope that brat brings me as a companion, otherwise, I need to find a way to hear what they will talk about.’
As she headed downstairs, she remembered the way Drayce looked at her and she felt goosebumps appearing on her entire body.
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