𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
I shot her a warning glare, not liking the way she challenged me. But what the fuck did I expect? It was because of me the woman finally got a backbone.
My silence was all I could give her. I was so taken aback by this, I didn't know what the fuck to say.
"Why would Donovan mention the name of your enemy while staring me in the eye?"
Frustrated and nervous, I rubbed my chin, one hand gripping the steering wheel. "I don't know."
Silence. But I still felt her gaze on me. It was burning a hole through my skull. The expectation was for her to push the matter, to try to get the answers she wanted, but instead, she stared at me for a few moments longer before adjusting in her seat.
I had to give her something. I had to try to satisfy her need for answers, otherwise, she would dig for them in places she shouldn't.
