I sit back in my chair, calm and unhurried, while the room stays painfully quiet—
just the two of us, just his anger, just his eyes burning holes through me.
Evan stares at me without blinking, tension wrapped around him like a second skin.
He's wearing a face mask today.
Why?
Ah...
Then it hits me—the moment flashes in my mind like a slow spark: the way he whimpered against my mouth last night, the way my impatience slipped, the way my teeth caught his lip.
Last night kiss.
Right.
He's hiding the mark.
The realization pulls a small, unintentional smile from me.
He sees it instantly.
"Mr. Rion Vale," he snaps, voice cold, clipped, trembling with irritation, "I have no time to waste on your smile. Tell me why you called this sudden meeting."
Unfortunately, the mask hides half his expression, but those eyes—
those furious, beautiful eyes—
they're enough. More than enough.
I tilt my head slightly.
"Little kitten… why the mask? It's only the two of us."
