Lord Dragomir towered over Arabella, wine glass in hand, he looked down at her with a grin only Edna's unsettling smirk could dethrone in terms of disruption.
"I think you've had your turn with her, Edward," his eyes flickered towards the man sitting beside her.
"Well, that sounded eerily inappropriate," Lord Foy gave one of his signature chuckles.
"Come now, you know exactly what I meant," Dragomir made the last "t" of that sentence pop in his lips.
Aside from their choice of words, there was this lingering feeling, heaviness that thickened the air around them. Arabella needn't have advanced senses to note the tension between the two men. A darkened glare here, a deeper and lower tone there and the way they'd addressed each other left very few questions unanswered on that matter.
Lord Dragomir offered a hand to Arabella first, "I think he's hogged you for long enough,"
