I realize I’m still embarrassed about Kane’s rejection when I avoid meeting his gaze. Determined not to let him see any weakness, I force my eyes to his. Locked in a battle of wills, my stare remains unwavering as I carefully mask my vulnerability behind a mask of confidence.
“Thank you,” I say before pausing and adding, “again. You seem to be showing up right in time when that asshat is around.”
I expect him to smile or at least see his lips twitch at my words but his facial expression remains hard as stone. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, his voice low and still vibrating with anger.
“No, he didn’t. He just sprouted off with some nonsense and I have no clue what he was even trying to say. I don’t think that guys right in the head,” I reply.
This time, a small smile does form in the corne
