In that exact microsecond, I literally watched a layer of absolute, sub-zero ice slither right back into her irises, just as her lips slowly stretched into a smile that was anything but sweet.
“Shawn, you really possess a remarkably vivid imagination,” she murmured, her voice dripping with smooth, venomous condescension. “Quite a useless asset for a low-level data clerk.”
I flinched violently at the sharp insult, the raw sting of it hitting me like a physical slap. My hand, which had been gently weaving through her hair, dropped limply to my side as if I had been burned.
“Did you actually believe your pathetic apologies possessed the power to make me change my mind?”
She tsked softly, slowly shaking her head, those icy eyes never leaving mine. “If that's the case, then it simply means
