Are You Serious About Her

[Fineon’s POV]

Hissing, I follow Andria out of the room while Heather laughs out loud due to her mother’s manhandling of me. Irritation flares, but I continue to let Andria lead me down a hall and into Elleric’s office.

Once we’re inside, she releases me and locks the door before pulling down a metal sheet that will keep any potential eavesdroppers from hearing what is going on.

"Now," she announces, making her way around Elleric’s desk and plopping down in his chair. "Have a seat."

"And what if I want to stand?"

"Quit being stubborn."

Remaining in place, I narrow my gaze. If she thought I was going to get close enough for her to possibly hit me again now that we were alone, she was wrong.

"Funny," Andria smirks, leaning back in her chair. "When did you develop this sudden fear of women?"

"When one tried to destroy my perfect face."

"Perfect?" She scoffs. "Not hardly. Anyway, if you wish to stand there, then so be it."

Nodding, I raise a brow, urging her to say whatever the hell it is