Heather stood in Caius's office, watching as his expression darkened the moment his eyes landed on her wrist.
"What happened to your wrist?" His voice was controlled, but there was an edge to it.
"It's nothing," she said quickly, brushing it off.
Caius didn't look convinced. "It's not nothing. Who did that to you?"
Heather hesitated. "I'm sure he didn't mean to. He didn't know my skin would be this sensitive to his grip."
Caius's gaze sharpened. "Adonis gripped you?"
The shift in his demeanor was immediate. He exhaled sharply, sitting down as he pinched the bridge of his nose in thought. Heather wasn't sure what was running through his mind, but his eyes, they were deadly. There was no emotion on his face, but his eyes burned with something unexplainable.
Then, without warning, he smiled. Not the charming kind. The kind that sent a chill down her spine.
