"Wren! Easy," Hazel breathed, a hand firm against her chest, pushing her back.
The moment Wren's restraint broke, a stark severity etched itself onto her features. But then, a flicker of memory – the kiss – softened the harsh lines, and she offered a brittle, faked cough.
"My apologies, Miss Marywind," Wren murmured, her gaze unwavering, locked onto Hazel's equally intent stare.
"It was nothing," Hazel replied with a careless shrug, though a faint blush dusted her cheeks. "Just a friendly kiss. Already forgotten." But Wren's expression remained a thundercloud. Friendly kiss my ass.
A dark resolve settled in Wren's eyes. Oh, Hazel, you will have to pay for later. She seized Hazel's hand, her grip possessive, and steered her towards the man who had caused all this "troubles", Her eyes weren't friendly.
