“But you,” I added, holding up the small baggie one last time before tucking it into my pocket, “you’re far more interesting than I gave you credit for.”
Her fist balled at her side as her jaw clenched, annoyance simmering underneath the surface, I couldn’t help but crack a smirk, and for a moment, neither of us said a word. The air was thick with tension, and I could see it in her eyes—she wanted to say something, to snap back at me, but I already had her cornered.
Instead, she tore her gaze away and spun around. “Fine,” she spat and I moved back slowly, giving her some space. Every of her step radiated insolence as she crossed the room, all the while I kept my gaze trained on her as if she might vanish if I took my eyes off her. She crouched down, fingers deftly prying open a floor boa
