Mated to My Intended's Enemy
Selene growled low in my mind, sensing the implication – he thought I had come here to spy on Silvano and Aurora.
I turned around, meeting his gaze with an unexpected chill in mine. "What are you trying to say?"
Harry didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed at being called out. "I just thought someone like you wouldn't be into racing, so I was curious."
"Someone like me?" I locked eyes with him, allowing Selene's anger to filter through. "Mr. Blackwood, are we that familiar with each other? Do you know me well enough to make such assumptions? Since you think you understand me so thoroughly, why don't you tell me exactly what kind of person you believe I am?"