'The couch is really comfy?'
Kairo's brow furrowed faintly as he trailed Eli into the depths of the penthouse. He had been prepared for many things—evasions, lies, perhaps even defiance—but not… that.
It wasn't annoyance that gripped him, not quite. It was genuine perplexity.
Who, in their right mind, looked an S-Class hunter in the eye and declared the comfort of a sofa as though it were a state secret?
He had intended this evening to be a simple assessment. Nothing more. He wanted to see Eli away from the battlefield, to measure his worth when stripped of adrenaline and danger.
To observe how he carried himself in his own space.
And—perhaps—to decide if he was worth extending an invitation into Twilight.
Instead, he was following the younger man through a penthouse tour that felt less like a display of wealth and more like… a trap? Or a comedy of errors.
