Aeliana exhaled through her nose, barely resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of it.
This was getting painful to watch.
Lucavion—this cunning, sharp-tongued menace of a man—was getting ripped off.
And worse?
He didn't even seem to care.
She had assumed, at first, that he was dragging the negotiation out just to toy with Corvina. That perhaps he was testing her, letting her think she had the upper hand before flipping the entire deal on its head.
But no.
No, he was just… bad at this.
Aeliana felt something tighten in her chest—was it secondhand frustration? Exasperation? Pity? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that she couldn't watch this disaster unfold for a second longer.
"Stop."
The word left her lips before she could even think about it, cutting cleanly through the air.
Both Lucavion and Corvina turned to her.
Corvina raised an eyebrow, as if mildly intrigued by the interruption.
Lucavion, on the other hand—
