Dimithryus was there, still as a marble statue, with nothing but a smug smile adorning his hard features. A smile that didn't reach his eyes, that held no warmth. The smile of someone who knew they had total control of the situation.
He raised an eyebrow in that way I'd already learned to recognize, those penetrating eyes demanding a response.
I had no interest in playing his game. Not after all those days of total, deafening silence. Seven days in which he'd avoided me like I was contagious, as if that lesson in the library had never happened.
I needed answers. And all the answers I was looking for — all the questions hammering in my head day and night — were locked inside that man who had, out of nowhere, decided to ignore me completely. To make me invisible.
I should have been the o
