/Ethan's POV/
It was really fun watching Ariana throw daggers at me with her eyes.
She was sitting across me in the large dining room; it was really fancy, as everything was made of transparent glass with gold tapping; they do have an exquisite taste, I must admit.
I smirked as Ariana munched her cereal, eyes fixed on me like she was about to throw a fit.
I enjoyed intimidating her; she wasn't someone that could be easily controlled or bent. She was someone who lives by her own rules, a free-spirited person, so having to do as I said was something she obviously detested, but she had no choice since she wouldn't want to be blamed for injuring me.
I was suddenly glad about it—not like very glad because it still hurt.
I was just about to burst out laughing at her funny look when Dan
