Nyx
Ashriel looked down at my hand where it had been gripping his sleeve only moments ago, his gaze lingering there with visible displeasure.
Then he looked back up at me.
Cold.
Expressionless.
Annoyingly handsome in that sharp, aristocratic way that made his irritation somehow even more striking.
And very, very irritated.
For some reason.
"On the night of the Full Moon..." I repeated carefully, refusing to back down despite the tension crackling between us, "did you take me back to my dorm?"
For a moment, I genuinely thought he would ignore me completely and continue walking away like he usually did whenever I dared to ask a question he didn't want to answer. He had perfected the art of dismissal.
Instead, his jaw tightened.
A tiny movement.
So small that most people probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.
I did.
His eyes lingered on my face for a second too long, searching, calculating, before he finally spoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
