~ TIANA'S POV ~
What did he need hot water for?
My eyes darted between the pot on the counter and Demetri's face, trying to make sense of the request. Nothing about this man ever made immediate sense, and yet somehow everything he did ended up meaning something terrible for whoever was on the receiving end of it.
When his gaze cut sharply toward me, I stopped thinking and moved.
I quickly turned to the stove, set the pot of water on the burner and turned up the heat, keeping my back to the rest of the room while my mind continued racing.
Behind me, I heard Demetri's voice again, lighter now, almost conversational.
"Since you seem to think pouring hot water on people feels so nice," he said, "why don't I simply return the favour?"
The smile in his voice was the most disturbing part.
