I watched in cold amusement the emotions flickering on Jason's face. Surprise, terror, fear, rage. I could read each and every one of them like a book.
Something really bothered him about my question. Interesting.
Each grimace, each tightening of his jaw, revealed a new shade of concern, adding depth to the mysteries of Jason's mind. It was like a play unfolding right before my eyes, full of twists and turns. A play in which Jason was the unwitting lead, and I the mastermind behind the scenes.
I came a bit earlier to our meeting and found a perfect spot near the window so I could see him approaching. It was a little thing of mine, something Alpha Jason here never learned to appreciate - or use to his advantage. But watching him in the process of schooling his expression and reining in
