"You do know that you don't have laser eyes, right? Glaring at him won't put holes in his head."
Aiden shot Samantha a withering glance before deliberately turning his back on Serena, who stood close to the man, discussing something he'd rather not know about. The sight twisted in his gut, and he found himself grinding his teeth in irritation.
"Seriously, Aiden," Samantha said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You've fallen for her hook, line, and sinker."
Aiden glared at her, his jaw tightening. "That's crap. You know that."
She snorted, shaking her head. "Oh, I don't think so. You're practically oozing it. The way you look at her? It's written all over your face."
"Look, it's not like that," Aiden replied, his voice low but defensive. The jealousy simmered beneath his skin, each glance toward Serena amplifying it. Her laughter rang out like music, wrapping around the man beside her as if they shared a private joke, one that he wasn't part of.