The Morning After [House Party cont]

[Esper]

He held up a finger, and Esper’s expression deadened. Not that she had been smiling before then anyway. She could feel Roza’s irritation sparking too, as well as a small swirl of jealousy. A sigh upended from Esper’s lungs as Ashton turned his attention to his phone, and she twisted around into Roza. Her brows rose in a disgruntled expression. “Durva,” she muttered into her hair. He is rude. She’d spent enough time around the Vas’s to pick up a little Hungarian. Enough that they had a language just between them.

Ashton offered his arm, but though Esper’s mournful eyes cast him up and down she ignored it. She wouldn’t tolerate being an afterthought no matter how sweet she knew he could make his voice. Instead he could follow or not, as she slipped her arm inside Roza’s.

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