She stares at me, a question lingering in her gaze.
"What is it?" I ask, titling my head, my eyes narrowing as I sense her hesitation.
Her cheeks flush deeper, and she averts her gaze momentarily before looking back at me. "I wanted to know what Niko was doing in your room last night."
Panic surges through me, but I make sure that my expression betrays nothing. "What do you think you saw?" I ask calmly.
She tries to look away, but I grab her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. "What do you think you saw?" I repeat, firmer this time.
I need to hear her say it. I need to know if she's put two in two together. There was a risk with Niko coming to my room last night, and I'm sure that fucker did it on purpose.
He wants her to know.
I've been wrestling with the idea of finally sharing
