"So?" I broke the silence maintained by his stubborn assessment.
I stood stiffly across from Darek, my nails pressing crescent moon-shaped marks into my palms.
He had his hands under his chin, eyes staring into my soul. I had no idea what Kinley must have told him and he wasn't making it easy for me to figure it out either. It felt like he was trying to assess every shift of my breathing and then decide my predicament.
"So?" I repeated, my voice sharper than intended.
"So what?" he asked in his calm, measured tone, as if he had all the time in the world.
"What are you planning to do to me?"
"How about I talk and you don't ask questions?"
I pursed my lips. "You've just been staring at me like I'm prey and you're just deciding whether to skin me or keep me as a pet. Forgive me if I'm impatient for your royal verdict."
"That's no way to talk to me, Maeve." His jaw tightened.
I leaned forward, refusing to flinch under his scrutiny.
