Edward's hand remained extended where Ruelle's had been and his gaze briefly caught the flush in her cheeks. His expression faltered for a second, like a puppy with drooping ears. Then it snapped back and he glared at Lucian.
"How annoying," the young prince muttered. He huffed, trying to keep face, "At least I was the one she chose to spend the day with. I was the one who took her to the theatre for the first time."
Chosen? Edward had dragged her into it because of the deal. She started, "That's a little—"
At the same time, Lucian's arm tightened around her waist and her words caught in her throat.
"First," Lucian repeated, his gaze on Edward. His thumb shifted slightly against her waist. "I'll make the rest mine."
Edward's jaw tightened in irritation before he harrumphed, "I'm still first," and he stepped out of the room.
