I wanted to talk, to say something, to do something, but all I could do was stand there, hands clammy at my sides, mind scrambling like a broken computer.
The words I had planned, every clever little line, every careful step had disappeared the moment Lily left the room. And now… now I was alone with him.
His eyes never left mine. Not even for a fraction of a second.
That weight, that quiet, impossible intensity, pressed down on me.
My chest ached as if every heartbeat was a reminder that I was trapped, and maybe… maybe he already knew more than I wanted him to.
I forced myself to take a shaky breath. One. Two. Three.
The moment my eyes laid on the man standing in front of me, my expression turned ice cold.
All the expression drained from my face, as the idea started to cook in my mind.
I was about to play a game.
