Mona’s POV:
“Who’s Elizabeth?”
The question cut through the silence like a blade. He stopped in his tracks, halting just a few feet away from the window. I could see his muscles tense beneath his shirt the moment I asked the question.
I didn’t repeat myself. At least, not yet. Just waited for him to give an answer. He stood still for a long moment before slowly turning to face me. And when he turned—
“What’d you just say?” He asked as he turned, his brows furrowed, his tone dripping in shock.
“I saw the frame, Sebastian.” I continued, my voice firm. “I heard you speak to her, who is she?”
“Wait,” he let out a short sarcastic laugh, nodding in disbelief as he ran a hand down his face. “So you’re spying on me now? Hm? Is that what this is?”
“I wasn’t spying on you.” I shot back . “I
