17 - Silver Eyes In The Dark

The goblet was dragged out of her hand and the next thing she knew, the wine was splashed on her face.

The man’s grip around her chin vanished as his lady changed her sitting position to straddle him.

“Don't look at her, look at me.” She whined and pressed a kiss to his lips, while the others laughed at her display of jealousy.

Now that the attention was no longer on her, Belladonna staggered to her feet, slightly trembling as she raced out of the room hoping that no one would notice her.

The laughter of the men and women in the room followed behind her like gongs of mockery; just as the gaze of the man that held her chin did the same with a spark of curiosity, confusion and something that shouldn't be there.

He snapped his attention away from the valueless servant, and pulled the female away from him, instead he pushed her against the table, his hand around her neck. She squirmed in delight, as some of the goblets her presence on the table had disrupted, bounced off the table to t