"How could you pull such a stunt right in front of me?"
Mira didn't flinch. With the time she'd been with Lucas, she'd learned that showing fear only fed his need for control, he would in fact take it as victory.
So instead, she crossed her arms and leaned back into the polished seat. She then let her eyes fall to a level of half closure with a practiced and bored calm that Lucas himself was known to always use.
"I'm so confused right now? Why are you so hot about this?" She started in a smooth and almost lazy voice.
"Do I owe you an explanation for whatever I do? The same way you don't owe me one, remember?"
That seemed to shut Lucas up because, for a second, he didn't say anything.
Only for him to turn his head away from her and towards the window. His jaw ticked but he still didn't reply to her, yet to Mira, his silence felt louder than any insult he could have thrown at her.
