The mist continued to rise from the ground, the earth was beginning to warm up, but it was still a few hours before sunrise.
The night remained cold, lullabied by an autumn breeze that seeped deep into my bones when I saw the way Chloe's blue eyes gazed at me.
It was a gaze that pretended to be warm, with the same composition and intensity she had once used on the judo sensei when she threw me to the ground in our first practice, convincing him of her alleged good intentions.
But I knew that look very well; she couldn't fool me. In reality, her eyes were as cold as the wind that rustled the hairs on my skin. Or even colder.
That had also been the look she gave me when she demanded that I remove my bra, that afternoon in the twins' mansion's basement, while simultaneously taking a pho
