|Javier|
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked Katherine again, probably for the tenth time, though this time my voice was softer, quieter—edges softened by something I couldn’t quite keep hidden.
Her eyes lifted, sharp and unwavering, locking onto mine. For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe. That look—part irritation, part challenge—had a way of disarming me every single time. My lips curved into a grin before I even realized it, a slow, deliberate curl that betrayed far too much.
“Stop teasing me, Vier,” she muttered, her tone flat but the slight twist of her mouth forming the faintest pout, as if her annoyance couldn’t fully mask the way she reacted.
The grin on my face only widened. God, she made it too easy. Too tempting.
“But I want you to come with me,” I sa
