Chapter 92
GEORGIA'S POV
The desperation in Katsha's eyes was palpable, as if she could physically force me to deny my feelings for Nikolaj. It flicked a switch of irritation inside me. She'd been cold and condescending, yet she felt entitled to an answer to such a prying, petty question.
I noticed her hand curled into a tight fist at her side, which only made me offer a sharp, dry smile.
"I don't believe it's my responsibility to monitor my feelings for Nikolaj for your benefit," I stated firmly. "Nor is it my job to explain the nature of our relationship to you. I don't owe you an answer." I moved to brush past her, but she lunged out and grabbed my elbow.
I looked down at her hand, then jerked my arm away with a scowl. She didn't have the right to touch me like that. Leaving her standing there, I walked into the dining room and took a seat.
"What can I get for you?" Hanna asked as she approached.
