“To what do I owe this displeasure?”
I’m proud of how bored my voice sounds. It took a lot of practice to sound as cold and indifferent as he is.
Eli shoves himself off the door, and even though he no longer blocks my exit, his presence overwhelms my senses in a fraction of a second.
Imposing. Intimidating. Suffocating.
I can’t take my gaze off him, because I know it will take only one misstep and it’ll be game over for me.
One stupid move and I’ll strip away another chunk of my barely put-together soul.
“The real question is.” His smooth, deep voice touches my warm skin like a whip. “What have you done to owe me the displeasure, Ava?”