"Come with me."
Cyran said it so casually, as if he wasn't asking me to go anywhere important. I shook my head without hesitation.
"No."
"You didn't even ask where."
He let out a quiet huff, though he clearly hadn't given up yet. I folded my arms across my chest.
"Because the answer is still no." I stressed every word.
"You're wasting your anger."
I raised an eyebrow. My mood had already been terrible since this morning. Now it was getting even worse.
"Me? Angry? I'm not angry."
"See? That's exactly what angry people say."
I slowly let out a breath, forcing myself to calm down. Even after all these years apart, Cyran could still read me too easily. Or maybe I was simply too expressive.
Without another word, he pulled out his trump card. I tried not to look interested. I failed.
