Fiona’s POV.
Neil was standing very close to me, and while not too long ago I enjoyed his closeness now I was cringing back from the rage that shone in his eyes as he glares down at me.
I force myself out of that cold bout of fear and try to turn his question over in my mind. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t act f*****g clueless Fiona,” he spits out and I furrow my brows in confusion. “I know where you were last night, I know who you were with.”
“Where I was last night,” I murmur and then it hits me. “Are you- are you spying on me, Neil?” I ask in shock.
He snorts and pulls away from me. “As if I’d waste my f*****g time following you around, I have eyes everywhere in this damned manor and they all happened to report the same thing, at the same time, that last night, you left
