Oriana's fingers curled into tight fists at her sides as she spun around. The second her eyes landed on Corvine standing there in the hallway, pure irritation flashed hot across her face.
Of all the people who could have caught her, why the hell did it have to be him?
The hallway sat quiet under the dim lights, long shadows stretching across the floor. Corvine stood a few feet away with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, looking completely unbothered like he owned the place.
"What's wrong with you?" Oriana snapped in a hushed, angry whisper, careful not to wake the whole house. "I only want to have a word with her."
Corvine raised an eyebrow, a humorless smile tugging at his lips. "A word? Is that what we're calling it now?"
Oriana's jaw tightened painfully. "I don't need your permission to speak to Jasmine."
