Lor turned on her suddenly, voice sharp but laced with feigned innocence, as though begging her to correct him.
Eva froze.
Her lips parted, breath shivering, but nothing came out.
Her lashes fluttered, her hands twisting in her skirt until the fabric bunched against her thighs.
Her mouth opened again, closed.
The tips of her ears burned red as her entire face seemed to fold inward.
Finally, with a strangled little sound, she gave the smallest nod.
Lor blinked, widened his eyes in exaggerated disbelief, and let the word tear out of his throat.
"What!"
The sound echoed off the walls, too loud, too incredulous to be anything but an act—but Eva didn't notice.
She was too busy hiding her face, bowing her head until her bangs fell forward to shield her eyes, her entire body radiating the heat of embarrassment.
He had her.
She didn't know it, but Lor had pieced the puzzle together long before this moment.
