“What exactly was said between you two?” Luka asked, his fork hitting his plate with a light clang. He leaned back in his chair, studying them both from across the table. Theon gritted his teeth as he poured syrup onto the pancake. “Expectations were simply stated,” he answered tightly. “And said expectations were accepted?” Luka pressed, looking at Tessa. “Mhmm,” Tessa murmured, sipping on her orange juice. “Really?” Luka asked, his tone saying how unlikely he found that. “Because this,” he motioned between Theon and Tessa, “does not seem like something was agreed to and settled.” When Tessa
...more
