Dawson.
The cigarette between his lips glowed faintly in the dim evening light while smoke curled slowly around him.
He looked terrifyingly calm, and that frightened me more than if he had shouted.
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.
My fingers instantly tightened around the documents in my hands as pure panic rushed through me.
Dawson saw me.
How long had he been standing there?
Did he hear everything?
Without thinking, I took a small step backward and quickly moved the documents behind me which was a stupid move.
He noticed immediately.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you hiding?”
I shook my head too quickly. “N-Nothing.”
The lie sounded pathetic even to me.
My pulse hammered wildly against my ribs again as I tried to subtly slide Zian’s card into the net
