Elisabeth's POV
Julian's lips curved into that infuriating smile, but I caught the predatory gleam flickering in his dark eyes. He looked like he'd been anticipating this moment, savoring my shock. "Well, isn't fate just delicious today. Elisabeth Kendrick. Or should I say Harding?" He stroked his jaw thoughtfully, feigning confusion. "Though from what I hear, things are rather rocky between you and your precious Alpha lately. So Kendrick it is?"
My eyes turned to slits of ice. The mockery dripping from his voice made my skin crawl, and I fought the urge to either slap him senseless or storm off. "I asked you a question. What are you doing here?"
His smile never wavered as he settled back into his seat, clearly entertained by my barely contained fury. "Exactly what you're doing. Taking a lovely flight to Spain."
"In economy?" I snapped, gesturing at the cramped quarters surrounding us.
