"We need to do something for Dad."
Artis said, his voice carrying the weight of a declaration meant for an action movie climax.
He leaned back, his abs practically sculpting themselves into a Greek tragedy, and locked eyes with Nadia like he was daring her to confess her deepest sins.
Nadia's brain short-circuited for a moment. Her gaze dropped, her cheeks lighting up like she'd been caught red-handed sneaking a peek at forbidden treasure—which, let's face it, she had.
But realizing her mistake, she quickly snapped her eyes back to his, determined not to look like the flustered pervert she absolutely was.
"W-what? Why? What did he do now?"
She asked, her voice wobbling as she blew on her soup like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room, instead of, say, the half-naked Adonis smirking at her.
"The man's gone erratic..."
