"Half-kidding, but your answer might make me reconsider," Lethia replied, waiting for his response with a calm indifference.
He chuckled. "Yes, you can, but not by my hands." Shrugging on his coat, he grabbed his things. "Let's go."
She hurried after him and frowning. "What do you mean?"
Renar abruptly stopped and turned around, making her stumble back in surprise. He lowered his gaze to meet hers, his voice smooth and deliberate.
"Why would I ruin this beauty of yours with a scalpel?" His brow arched, and a smirk curved his lips.
Lethia, already used to his sudden proximity and teasing, smirked right back. "Because you refused to ruin me with something else."
Inside the elevator, the reflection of a fox flickered across the mirror, making Lethia's breath hitch. Her eyes widened as she instinctively turned to Renar, checking if he had seen it too. But he remained utterly unbothered.
