Amelia felt her breath hitch, her body tensing in response. She tilted her head slightly, staring up at him, unable to tear her gaze away from those piercing blue eyes. A storm of emotions churned within her—anger, confusion, and an undeniable pull that she hated herself for feeling. But she steeled herself, determined not to let him see how he still affected her.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Sebastian,” she finally managed to say, her voice colder than she felt. But even as she spoke, a part of her wondered just how true her words were.
Sebastian’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with confidence. “I shouldn’t be so sure of myself, really?”
Amelia crossed her arms and responded with a biting sarcasm, “Yes, really, Sebastian. Don’t mistake your arrogance for certainty.” She pushed him
