Leena's POV
I observed Eric out of the corner of my eye while he filled a glass with whiskey. The amber fluid shimmered in the gentle light, creating shadows over the pronounced angles of his jaw. He hadn’t spoken much since Karina departed.
However, I was able to sense it.
An alteration had occurred.
His whole demeanor transformed as if a mask had split, uncovering a darker truth underneath. Something even more hazardous.
"Eric," I said gently.
He turned, one hand still resting on the edge of his glass, while the other slipped into the pocket of his trousers.
"Really?"
"Be honest with me… just how severe is it?"
He did not respond immediately. He sipped slowly, maintaining his gaze firmly on mine.
"Zack has always been an issue," he eventually stated, "but what about no
