He buttons his shirt back up, still not looking at me. I wonder why. Is he afraid I’ll see a hint of emotion in his cold eyes? Or is he worried he might actually feel something if he looks at me? “You’re welcome.”
He walks out of the room without another word, and I’m left to pick up my clothes alone. Try as he might to act unaffected, I can tell I’m starting to melt that hard, cold exterior of his.
Chapter Forty
Kassiel
I
’ve been waiting on the bench for an hour before Olivia shows up. It’s been a while since she visited me by the lake, and I was starting to think she wasn’t going to come anymore. When she sits beside me, I’m relieved. I see her every weekday in class, but that’s different because we don’t really interact. I’ve come to appreciate these quiet chats we have by the la
