to me,” I say flatly. “It was nothing more than s*x. You could have been anyone else, and it wouldn’t have mattered to me.”
Elizabeth doesn’t acknowledge my words. They have lost their effect on her long ago.
“What happened between us?” she asks.
I glower. “You know exactly what happened. Now, enough of this—what have you done with Ayame?”
She blinks rapidly several times as if coming out of a reverie. Elizabeth’s head snaps up and purses her lips.
I have every right to know, yet she debates if she will tell me or not.
The door bursts open before she can answer. My glower at the interruption morphs into a frown as I see the worry on Lawrence’s face. He skids to a stop as his eyes land on Elizabeth. He looks between us, taking us in to decipher the energy between us.
She gives him a
