Darius scoffed under his breath, straightening his spine like a soldier called to attention. "You are in over your head."
Serena arched her brow. "Am I really?"
He opened his mouth, ready to argue, but then stopped himself, folding his arms tightly across his broad chest. His gaze drifted elsewhere, like he couldn't quite meet hers. "Alexander is my commander, and one of the best Ironshade has produced in decades. I do not dislike him."
Serena's mouth formed an 'o' and she nodded at his words. She did not quite believe Darius' words.
"I see, then I suppose I like Alexander too," she said lightly.
At her words, Darius' brow furrowed so sharply it was almost comical.
"I did not say I liked him too," he grumbled. "We have something we call mutual respect for each other."
Serena fought the smile pulling at her lips. The stiff, almost sulky way Darius delivered the words made her want to laugh
"I see," Serena said simply.
