Past
Jane
''Would you mind telling me who Ryan is.'' Damn him and his sharp senses. How could he have seen that?
''He is my friend,'' I replied with a neutral voice. Keeping all my anxiousness at bay.
''Just friends like we were.'' his comment made something snap inside me. We weren't friends ever.
''He is my friend, not like us. We were never friends and you know it.'' I stated firmly. And for a second astonishment flashed in his eyes, but it was just as quickly replaced by his cold and ruthless mask of his. That left me in self-doubt. Did I really see that or was it my imagination?
''Good for him,'' his voice darkens, which made a shiver run down my spine. Not because of fear, but because of pleasure at his possessiveness.
''That brings us to my question which I asked you earlier.
