Arwen arched her brows at her words and then, smiling meaningfully, asked, "Will you?"
Gianna nodded almost immediately as if very sure about it. Already moving her legs to get out of the bed, she said, "Yes, I am not that unkind, and you know it. I will let it slide this time. Anyway, we are strangers, not some sworn enemies who would hold onto something this minor always"
As she said that, her gaze flicked toward Jacob with clear intent. She wanted him to let the matter drop here and now —before it reached her uncle's ears.
But Jacob met her eyes with a steady, unreadable expression, giving her no indication of agreement.
Her jaw clenched slightly, and she felt the urge to snap back at him, to throw a parting jab that would dent his composure. But she didn't have the advantage. Not here. Not now. Reluctantly, she decided to withdraw —quietly.
