It was a coldness so profound she couldn't even lie to herself and call it some twisted form of concern.
Deep down, she could feel it clearly—his emotions weren't fluctuating in the slightest. He was perfectly, utterly calm.
Paige Summers slowly lowered her arm and stared at him for a long moment.
Marcus Monroe didn't look away. He met her gaze with that same, impossibly detached expression.
Paige Summers clenched her jaw until her teeth ground together.
She knew something was very wrong. He shouldn't be like this. But in that moment, she also knew this was genuinely how he felt. Anger was all she could feel—or perhaps, it was all she could use to mask her other emotions. It seemed to be the only thing keeping her from completely losing her composure.
"Come on!" A strong arm wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back. "I need to talk to you," Sean Raines said, his voice urgent and serious. "Come with me!"
