Chapter 67

The moment Bellatrix's eyes met Cillian's, they widened, but just as quickly as the look of surprise had flickered across her eyes, it disappeared and was replaced with a peculiar look of aristocratic indifference, that Cillian didn't see himself getting used to. Ever. "What is the meaning of this?" Her voice sounded just as cold when she spoke. In one swift movement, she yanked her arm out of his grasp and took several steps away from him and towards that bastard. She was shortening the distance between her and Damien while increasing the one that already existed between her and Cillian. Even though this might have just been a thought of his, Cillian frowned the moment he realized this. But as quickly as the look had crossed his face, it was hidden behind his mask of control. "Do you have nothing better to do at this point, other than harassing me?" Bellatrix questioned and tilted her head. The corners of her lips pulled upwards, but she looked anything but amused. "Is this a new pass