CAELIN POV
I almost smiled.
Almost.
Because the damn cat had seen right through me from the beginning.
Then her heel caught on the uneven stone.
Just slightly.
My hand moved before thought had the chance to exist, before guilt, before strategy, before any of the fragile self-control I had left could stop it.
Then I stopped myself halfway.
My hand hung there, useless, between us.
She saw it and glared at me with such a force that I almost stumbled back.
Martha saw everything. Every twitch. Every lie. Every truth a male tried to swallow before it reached his mouth.
For one second, neither of us moved.
Her hand hovered near the wall, but she steadied herself without me, jaw tight, spine straight, furious in those f*****g heels I wanted to burn for attempted murderer.
Then her eye
