67. Secrets Beneath the Mask
Raven
“Each time you pout like that,” Norman said, his voice smooth yet probing, “I can tell there’s something you want to ask, but you are too scared to say it.”
Goddess.
I stilled. Was he reading my mind? No, worse, he was learning me. Reading every expression, every twitch of my lips like a story only he knew how to interpret. I wasn’t sure which was more dangerous: a man who could read thoughts of me or one who knew me this well.
I needed Wren to teach me how to mask my emotions. Badly and ASAP.
“I-I…”
“You, what, Raven?” His tone was gentler now, but it still felt like a scalpel peeling back my fear.
I dropped my gaze to the tiled floor, biting my lower lip hard enough to taste iron. I hated feeling this exposed.
“Have you…” The words caught in my
