He looked down at me, face unreadable as always, masking whatever was going on inside that dark, arrogant mind. I hated not knowing. I hated not being able to anticipate him. I hated how every day with Kael was a game of chess where I didn't even know the rules.
Then, with that same perfectly dangerous smirk he used when closing billion-dollar deals or threatening someone's life in polite, glossy words, he turned to Sarah.
"Do you mind if I steal Aria away for the afternoon?" he asked smoothly, like this was just some cute boyfriend thing and not an executive power move disguised as charm.
Sarah froze, eyes bouncing between us like she just walked in on a hostage negotiation.
And me?
I wanted to scream.
"What are you doing?" I asked again, my voice lower this time, sharper. Sharper than I felt.
Sarah let out a nervous laugh, fumbling with the strap of her purse. "Um—I can just, you know, come back or—"
