Chapter 98

The auction was halfway over when Bellatrix stormed back in, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, as if doing so would get rid of the feeling of Cillian's lip against her and calm her racing heart. It was futile though and that made Bellatrix simmer all the more with anger. That is, until her arm was suddenly grabbed, halting her journey towards her private room—a perk she'd received as the important guest of the night. Looking up, her eyes narrowed in a scowl when they landed on Damien. "What?" She asked, her tone laced with an underline irritation that was meant for Cillian, but oh well, he was caught in the crossfire. Damien studied her expression, taking in the frown on her brows, the way her lips curved downward, the subtle twitch in her jaws. And worse of all, her smudged lipstick. He didn't need to be a genius to realize what had gone down between her and Cillian. He felt the corners of his lips tug downwards, a frown fighting its way to his expression, but he forced it