Two days later, I stood in the break room of Cain’s company, staring blankly at the vending machine. The bright, colorful packages of snacks blurred as my mind wandered to the events of the past forty-eight hours.
Cain had been... different. Colder. Distant.
Not that I hadn’t noticed before. I’d always known there was a darkness to him, a layer he kept hidden beneath that charming exterior. But now, it wasn’t hidden. It was out in the open, and it was suffocating.
“Luna,” his voice called sharply from the doorway, making me jump.
I turned to see him standing there, his black suit tailored to perfection, his piercing eyes locking onto mine like a predator spotting prey. But it wasn’t Cain. At least, not the Cain I thought I knew. This version of him felt like a stranger, his aura heavie
