Chapter 62
Viona's POV
The silence in my villa was heavier than usual.
I sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, arms folded, my gaze fixed on the tall figure sprawled far too comfortably in the chair opposite mine. Mirage had been here for hours. Hours longer than courtesy-or sanity-would allow.
I had tried every subtle hint. Rising to my feet, stretching, even quietly setting my teacup aside as if preparing for bed. But he never budged. He sat like stone, broad shoulders relaxed, his sharp eyes occasionally flicking toward me as though he could read every thought that crossed my mind.
Finally, when the clock struck well past midnight, he rose.
"I'll take my leave now," he said smoothly, his lips curling into that faint smirk that always seemed to mock me.
"Finally," I muttered under
