Cold sweat trickled down my nape as I stared at the two men standing at the greenhouse's entrance.
I wanted to yank myself away immediately, but Rion's grip on my wrists kept me pinned against his chest. His hold wasn't crushing, but it was firm enough that I couldn't move an inch.
"Let me go. This is too embarrassing!" I hissed at him, trying to wiggle free.
My face was burning, and the heat only worsened when I looked back at Ares and Diaval.
I forced an awkward smile, my voice a pitch higher than usual. I shook my head frantically. "It's not what you think!"
Ares finally closed his mouth—thank the moon. For a moment, I was convinced he had dislocated his jaw with how wide he'd been gaping.
"What do you think we're thinking?" he asked, his tone way too sly for my liking.
I let out a breath of relief when Rion's grip finally loosened and released me. Scrambling upright, I shot him a glare even though it was wasted because his eyes were still closed.
