Darius straightened himself and caught Alexander's eyes on them, his little fake smile faltered. Darius shot him a smug look before shaking his head. Why was he acting like a child around Alexander and Serena? Still, a flicker of satisfaction curled in his chest at the sight of Alexander's poorly concealed irritation.
Besides, there was no competition here. If there was, the winner was already clear. Darius was the winner, he had known Serena longer, and she was his.
He glanced briefly at her as they continued the walk. Was she really his? They had never talked about their bond, not since Oakspire and it wasn't something particularly favorable. Darius had changed his mind. He would not reject her. He couldn't even if he tried.
