Chapter 21 Jealous

• Lyana
• I don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees. “What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space. “Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes. “It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.” I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation. “If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge. Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised. “And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”
• “I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.” “Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious tone, his voice deep. “Would you like to see a man hitting on me?” I ask, seeing the spark of anger igniting amidst the gray coldness. “To see me paying attention to his smiles with interest, to the hidden intentions in his words, and to innocent-seeming but desire-filled little touches?” His large hand wraps around my neck, fingers pressing against my jaw, sending a wave of fear coursing through every part of my body. “That would be a dead man,” he pronounces each word with a chilling slowness. I shiver against the worn wood, the gray eyes holding an intense emptiness, devouring everything around me. “You would never do something like that.” I try to lighten the conversation with a trembling smile.