𝗜𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗔'𝗦 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩

I could feel his eyes on me, clearly trying to read me—or maybe he already had. In these past months, I had learned one thing about Aryan: he is terrifyingly good at reading people. Lying to him was pointless. He read truth in eyes before words were spoken.