Chapter 39:
Ivy’s POV
“I bet, huh.”
His tone carried that soft amusement people use when they already know the answer. I wasn’t sure what he was referring to, I hadn’t said anything that demanded that knowing smirk he carried.
“Sorry?” I asked.
He smiled, slow and pleasant, like he was trying to recall a private joke. “You said you’ve had a long week,” he murmured. “I bet it’s been longer than you think.”
I blinked. “Okay… you're being a little cryptic.”
“Maybe.” He leaned an elbow on the counter. “There's nothing strange about being a little cryptic.”
He could be right, but there was something strange about him. His eyes were dead, not like someone trying hard to shut off their emotions but like someone who was either a psychopath who had practiced speaking in social conversations
