For a moment, something shifted in his expression again, but this time it didn’t vanish as quickly as it had before. It lingered. Subtle. Careful. Dangerous.
“You assume too much when you clearly don’t know me personally,” he said calmly, but there was something different beneath the words now, something quieter, something that didn’t carry the same sharp edge I had grown used to from him. A short, humorless breath left me, though it lacked its usual bite.
“Do I?” I asked, arching an eyebrow slightly, even as my attention stayed locked on him more than I intended.
“Because the constant glaring would suggest otherwise.”
His lips pressed together for a brief second, not in irritation, not quite, but as if he were choosing his next words with far more care than he ever had before.
“I
