Principal Valois waited for him to sit first, and as soon as he did, she followed. With a smile that did not quite reach her eyes, she asked softly, "What should I offer you?"
Marcus leaned back, his legs crossed, a deep frown fixed on his face. That frown had become a part of him through the years, and it was clear he was not pleased to be here. He shook his head sharply, rejecting her offer.
"No. I don't want anything."
She tried again, forcing a gentle smile as she stood. "No, I insist. At least a drink." She started across the room, but his voice cut through the air, deep and sharp enough to stop her in her tracks.
"I said no. Come back here."
Marcus stretched his arm across the couch, his dark gaze fixed on her with open disgust. "What makes you think I would take even water in the house of my enemy?"
Her chest tightened at his words. She had expected coldness, but the bitterness in his voice pierced her. "Don't say that, Marcus."
