CRYSTAL POV
Slowly, I turned my head slightly toward him. "Excuse me?"
He didn't take a step back, he stared me head-on. "You're acting like that message means nothing, but I've known you long enough to know when you're pretending," he said quietly, lowering his voice as students started passing us in the corridor, "and right now you're pretending."
I let out a small laugh, that didn't reach my chest. "You think I'm pretending because I don't want to panic over a piece of paper?"
"No," he said, stepping closer now, "I think you're pretending because you already know who wrote it."
That made me pause for some seconds. But I recovered quickly, tilting my head with a soft, almost lazy expression like I didn't care at all.
"That's a big assumption."
Donald tightened his
