Yn didn’t look up from her book. “That seat’s occupied,” she said, her tone sharp.
Mattheo smirked, resting his arm lazily on the back of the chair. “By who?”
Yn turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with defiance. “Anyone but you.”
His grin widened, and a flicker of amusement danced in his dark eyes. “You wound me, Parkinson.”
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