*Brielle’s POV*

Jonathan holds my glare for several seconds before smiling coyly. He narrows his eyes and turns his head as if he has no idea what I am talking about.

“What? What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” I snap back. What was it about him and his face that made me want to pummel his face in? “I saw you. Earlier today during the dinner. You were in the hallway watching the cameras. Just what the frick do you think I am ...