The car pulls away from the building and I keep my gaze fixed straight ahead, watching the city lights blur past the tinted windows, even though I can feel Bael staring at me with an intensity that's impossible to ignore.
The silence stretches between us, heavy with something I can't quite name, and I'm determined not to be the first one to break it, determined to maintain the composure I've held onto since walking into his office and finding Xue Lian perched on his desk like he owned the place.
Then Bael speaks, voice carrying that edge of amusement I've learned to recognize.
"I guess I should find you something to do," he says, tone conversational but loaded underneath. "It looks like you have too much time on your hands."
I turn to look at him then, keeping my expression neutral.
"Oh please, you seem to be the one with not enough work, no?"
His eyebrow raises slightly.
