Athena gripped her clutch tightly, her gaze fixed on the blur of streetlights outside the car window. Kraven drove with one hand lazily draped over the wheel, the other resting too close to her for comfort.
His tone was smug, smooth as silk. "Relax, little doctor. You'll burn a hole in my leather seats with that frown."
Athena blinked, startled by his ease. What is wrong with him?
She remembered too vividly the fire in his eyes last night, the sting of his anger when she rejected him. He had looked ready to tear the world apart.
And now?
Now he acted as though none of it happened. As though he hadn't confessed a truth that should've broken him.
Her brows furrowed. Why is he pretending? Why is he smiling like that?
Kraven noticed her glance, his lips curving wider. "What's with that look? Don't tell me you're still thinking about last night."
Her throat tightened. "I'm not," she said quickly. "We're here to do a job. Nothing else."
