Rebellious strands of crimson escaped from beneath her black hat like flames refusing to be contained, each movement betraying her careful attempt at anonymity.
'Her resistance fed my fury. How dare she speak of despair winning over love, then turn those damned vulnerable eyes on me as if I were still allowed to read the stories in them.'
What right did she have to immediately run away when discovered?
If she was so determined, why was she feeling guilty?
"Let go of me!"
"Answer me!"
She finally looked up, wearing a mask, only revealing a pair of light green eyes glaring at me resentfully.
I didn't let go: "Answer me, why are you here? Are you worried about Alexandre Hall, or are you worried about me?"
With a defiant tug, she stripped away her mask, revealing a nose flushed with ei
