The things he didn't say
Emily
Something had changed.
I couldn't put my finger on what exactly it was, but I felt it the moment I walked into the sitting room.
Seth was sitting by the window, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a file resting loosely in his hands. He looked much better than he had the night before.
Almost too much better.
Because somehow, barely a day after collapsing in front of me, he was already back to burying himself in files.
The man who had scared the life out of me yesterday was nowhere to be seen.
This was the Seth Hernandez I knew.
Composed.
Controlled.
Impossible to read.
Except this time, he was watching me.
Not briefly. Not casually.
His attention followed me until I reached the table, and I finally stopped.
"What?"
His brows lifted slightly.
