Few minutes before ...when Rin was angry...
Kiera was bewildered.
She hadn't expected him to be this angry.
No—angry wasn't even the right word.
He was the type who usually let things slide, who brushed things off with a lazy sigh or an annoyed glance at most.
She had prepared herself for irritation, maybe disappointment, even cold sarcasm.
But not this.
Not the absolute stillness in his expression.
Not the way his eyes looked at her as if she were nothing more than a passing thought.
"I'm not angry."
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
So calm that it felt sharper than any raised voice could have been.
The words landed quietly, yet they echoed loudly in her ears.
The emotion carried in his gaze was not rage, nor resentment.
It was indifference.
Pure and unmistakable.
Those red eyes—clear, cold, and shining like polished jewels—seemed to tell her that she wasn't even worth the effort of anger.
That realization struck harder than a slap.
