I picked up the menu, mostly for show, still trying to steady my heartbeat.
"So," I said, keeping my voice casual, "you wanna tell me why you were grabbing that fork like it owed you money?"
Nora didn't miss a beat. Her smile didn't even twitch. If anything, it got sweeter—so sweet it could give someone diabetes.
"Oh? Fork? What do you mean, Rin?" she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly. "I was just about to take a bite of my cake."
She even gestured toward the untouched slice on her plate, like a model student pointing to her perfect homework.
Anyone else might have bought it.
Hell, they'd probably feel bad for accusing her in the first place.
But I wasn't anyone else.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Right. So your plan was to stab your cheesecake. Not those two idiots."
She blinked slowly. Her eyes shimmered, perfectly innocent.
"That's such a strange accusation," she said softly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table.
