He tilts his head, studying me with an infuriatingly amused smile. “You’re the smart one, aren’t you?”
My eyes narrow, my whole body trembling…not with fear, but with pure, unfiltered hatred. Every fiber of me wants to lash out. Is he trying to toy with me? To provoke me? Asking me to break up with Braydon… what possible gain could that give him?
“Can we talk about the actual reason I’m here?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.
“We already are,” he answers, that smug tone and look still in place. Annoyingly, it reminds me of Braydon in a way I hate. How can he look so much like this monster?
Before I can respond, Jessy returns with my water and I nod a quick thanks as he walks away. I take a sip, letting the cold liquid calm the sudden tightness in my chest, then turn my focus back
