“I have no idea.”
I double take. “What?” A dry laugh slips out. “Then why did you say you’d answer my questions?”
“It is an answer.” His brow creases faintly.
“You don’t know. That’s your answer.”
“I don’t have any business sticking my nose into Zver’s personal life.”
“I don’t believe you.” I lift my chin, arms crossing tight against my chest. “You’re the closest person in his life.”
A small smile plays on his lips. “You’re not completely hopeless.”
I jerk back. “You think I’m hopeless?”
He shrugs easily, like the matter’s self-explanatory. If the shoe fits.
Heat floods my cheeks. I want to tell him he knows nothing, but then I remember, he’s seen me at my lowest, my most humiliating moments. He probably has a very low opinion of me. And who knows how many times he’s caught me in
