Eve~
I blinked up at him, confused for a second. "What?"
"Who is she?" he echoed.
I looked back at the sketch of the unknown woman. "It's just a sketch. I don't know who she is," I mumbled.
His hold on my chin tightened before he finally loosened his grip. Judging by the strain in his features, he wasn't satisfied with my answer.
"Don't lie to me," he drawled.
"What is this about? How would I know her? She doesn't exist."
His eyes darkened at my last statement, and I realized it was more than it seemed.
"You've never seen her?" he asked.
"No," I answered. "Never."
"Not even once?"
"No, Hades," I replied, trying to calm my racing heart. What was this about? For the first time since I'd known him, he looked a bit rough around the edges. His hair was tousled like he'd been running his hand through it repeatedly. His tie was loosened, and his pupils had shrunk. He was the embodiment of agitation.
