It’s strange to watch it like this. Up close and personal. I can almost see the gears turning, the machinery at work. How did I never notice before how fake and artificial the whole thing is?
Her shoulders drop. Her chin tips down and her eyelashes bat. Her voice gets soft and coquettish, girly, teasing, high-pitched and giggly.
“Hi,” she says to Kane. “I’m Vivian. I’m the sister. The infamous one, supposedly.”
She crosses the room. She puts her hand on his sleeve, right at the forearm. Just like Alisa.
Kane looks at her for a long time without saying anything. Then his gaze drops to her hand. The disgust on his face makes me recoil from how violent it is. It’s like he just found a cockroach in his five-star meal.
He takes her wrist between his thumb and forefinger, lifts it off him,
