Alaric’s gaze was dark and unreadable, like a deep, still lake. The person in front of him was clearly playing dumb despite knowing better.
Lena’s faint smile disappeared. “If you have something to say, just say it. I really don’t know what you’re trying to get at.”
His brows furrowed, as if he had something he wanted to blurt out, but in the end, he pressed his lips together. Seeing his silence, Lena felt her heart sink.
“About the other night—it was mutual. There’s nothing more to talk about. You’re not some love-struck teenager, after all.”
His brow didn’t relax, not even slightly. After some effort, he smoothed his expression and straightened up. “You’re the one who’s acting like a love-struck teenager. I just didn’t want you to overthink things, so I came to clear the air.”
“You
