Viana raised an eyebrow and set her wine goblet down on the table a little too firmly. She wasn't happy with the prince's words, especially when they involved Count Lazarus.
"Are you saying I encouraged the Count's persistence toward me?" she asked, her tone sharp as she stared at the prince.
Prince Rayne chuckled while swirling the wine in his goblet. "No, it's not your fault. But watching him struggle for your attention is pretty entertaining."
Viana frowned. "Well, I wouldn't mind making sure he never talks to me again."
The prince tilted his head, looking both confused and surprised. "What did he do to you?"
Viana realized her words had given away more than she wanted about her feelings toward Count Lazarus. Even though people knew they rarely spoke, she didn't want to make it obvious. She took a sip from her goblet, pretending to focus on the drink.
She finally answered the prince's question. "Nothing. I just don't trust him."
