"Thank you for covering for me." Cecilia lowered her gaze, fingers fidgeting nervously as she spoke in a voice so soft it barely carried.
"Is that all you have to say after thinking it over?" The cold, icy voice of Blaze cut down from above, making Cecilia freeze.
She nearly forgot—this was the same man who had cornered her just hours ago. Why was she even thanking him?
"I… I don't know what you want to hear. I have things to do… I'll go."
She turned toward the door, but before she could reach it, Blaze grabbed her arm with a firm grip. In one swift motion, he pushed her against the wall, his hand pressing down on her shoulder as his body loomed over hers, his piercing gaze locked on her.
Cecilia twisted her head, refusing to meet his eyes, making it clear she had no intention of explaining herself. Blaze's expression faltered for a moment, then his eyes darkened with a sharp, cold glint.
Good. She still refused to admit anything, huh?
