For a moment, Anna thought she misheard him. But when Daniel continued to watch her with those unflinching eyes, she leaned forward, lips parting.
"How about div—"
"Pass." His interruption was swift, cutting her off before she could even finish. "You don't have to say anything. I'll figure it out on my own."
Anna sneered, mumbling something sharp under her breath that Daniel couldn't catch—but the way her lips curled told him it was a curse.
"Still," she said louder, chin raised defiantly, "I won't forgive you."
Daniel didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he turned his head, giving the waiter their order as if she hadn't spoken at all.
"You've been visiting your parents a lot lately," he said casually once the waiter left. "Is something bothering you in that house?"
"You," she muttered flatly.
His eyes snapped back to hers, dark and cutting.
"You'll need to get used to it, Anna," he said, voice cool as steel. "Because you'll be spending the rest of your life with me."
