Chapter 263 - 264: I wonder who made my little flame angry
"No," Isabella snapped without hesitation, already turning away with a dramatic flip of her hair—
"AHHH!"
Her scream pierced the air the moment her eyes landed on a figure standing just a breath behind her.
Kian.
Leaning casually like a well-posed statue carved by a particularly smug god, arms folded, blue eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
"Kian?!" Isabella blurted, pressing a hand to her chest, half from surprise, half from the tiny heart attack she just survived. Her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here raising a brow? No—what are you even doing here in the first place?" Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she panted, cheeks flushed and wild hair clinging to her forehead.
Kian raised the other brow, the way he always did when he was either amused or plotting something deadly.
"I wonder who made my little flame angry," he said calmly, gazing down at her like she was a puzzle he already knew the answer to. His voice was so smooth, so collected, it made her want to throw the cauldron at him.
That damn straight face. That perfect, unmoving expression. She hated it. And hated how much she didn’t.
"Who is small?" she hissed through clenched teeth, her jaw tightening as she looked up at him, chin raised like a cornered fox trying to bluff a lion.
"You are," Kian replied without missing a beat, completely unbothered. No twitch, no hesitation, like he’d just told her the sky was blue and water was wet.
Isabella scoffed so hard she almost choked on her own indignation.