Page 158 of Their Princess

Graff stiffened as the girl took another step into his space. Her lips curled up in a seductive smirk, and she rolled back her shoulders, pushing out her chest.

“Who lets the child come to an adult party?” I tried to think if I had seen her at dinner, but I had been more focused on Adelina.

The girl looked over her shoulder and scoffed.

“Sas, have you met Caterina?” asked Graff, circling out from where she had him caged. “She’s Adelina’s younger sister.” The desperate look on his face appeared like an SOS.

“Herbabysister, you mean?” I took a drink of the wine and sighed.

“Hey,” Caterina protested.

“And I thought Adelina was young.” I gulped down the wine, needing the numbness rather than the sandy, bitter taste.

“Cat,” said Adelina, sauntering up to us. “You should be heading to bed.”

Caterina’s cheeks reddened, and she jutted her hip. “Why do you insist on doing this to me?”

I almost stepped up to Adelina, but my little spitfire of a fiancé took her sister by the shoulders and forcibly turned her toward the door. “Dinner was the deal, Cat.”

“Ten more minutes, Lina? Please?” her sister begged.

“Lina?” I chuckled, earning her scowl.

Adelina cut a glance up at Graff then focused on her sister again. “If you won’t go, I’ll have Mamà come take you out.”

“Really?” Cat pouted.

I pinched my lips together to trap my full belly laugh inside.

“Go,” growled Adelina.

“Ugh. You’re not that much older than me,” said Cat.

I didn’t know about the age, but they were miles apart in maturity.

“Yet you act like a fucking child,” hissed Adelina. “Do I need to get your nanny?”

Caterina rolled her eyes and then told Graff, “I don’t have a nanny.”

So that was the deal? Adelina’s little sister was crushing on Graff, and our little princess was a tad bit jelly.

“Cat, shut up and go,” snapped Adelina, forcibly walking her sister toward the door.

“Why?” asked Caterina.

“Yeah, why?” I added just to get a rise out of our princess.

Adelina spun on me, anger flashing in her eyes.

I liked that look. “Do tell.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she turned back to Cat. “They’re dangerous.”

Punching Graff in the shoulder, I commented, “I thought we’d been rather tame.”

“You’re marrying one,” said Cat.

“It’s arranged,” said Adelina in a low voice. “Papà is making me.”

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