Chapter 482
Carlos's POV
Movement completely died in my eyes as I studied her clear, pale blue pupils, which radiated a reckless, desperate defiance. A heavy silence settled over the table, broken only by her rapid, shallow breathing and the suppressed hum of her frustration, while I appraised her pale features with a cold, death-like detachment.
I tilted my head slowly, leaning back until my broad frame rested once more against the dark leather of the booth. I laced my long fingers together across my chest, then crooked the tip of my index finger, signaling toward the seat opposite mine without breaking my unblinking gaze.
"Sit," I commanded.
My voice dropped into a dry, abrasive rasp that scraped the cold distance between us like the edge of a hidden blade.
