Morana's Point Of View
I stared at him, every inch of my body tensing. "What are you doing here?"
Grandfather cleared his throat, but I didn't look away from Nikolai. My eyes were locked on his like we were in a silent duel. He looked the same, tall, tailored suit hugging his frame, a wristwatch worth more than some people's homes glinting on his wrist. But it was the smirk on his face that made my fingers curl into fists.
A smirk that screamed, 'I'm enjoying this far too much.'
"I invited him," Grandfather said calmly, like he hadn't just tossed a ticking time bomb into my evening plans.
I groaned internally.
Of course he did.
Because why not spice up my night with a little chaos, right?
Nikolai had the audacity to look innocent, folding his hands on his lap like he hadn't been blacklisted from my thoughts for the past week.
