"Do you love him?" Zayne's blue eyes were just as cold as a frozen sea. She'd never seen them like that before. "Yes or no. Answer me."
She blinked at him.
That couldn't be. There was no way she loved Valerio. Not at all. She was over him. I mean, it'd been a year. Why would she still love a man who'd rejected her like a cold-blooded bastard?
"I do—"
"Forget it. I can already tell."
"What?"
"Get out, Evelyn."
"No."
"Evelyn—"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. You're not the boss of me and you don't tell me what to do. If I want to stay in here, I will and there is nothing you can do about it," she snapped at him, boiling. "You don't tell me to leave when you feel like it. I said, no."
"Evelyn, vattene," Zayne cursed under his breath. "I don't have time for any of this."
"Ho detto, no," she responded, refusing. "I'm not going anywhere."
He dragged his fingers furiously through his hair, turning to have his back to her.
"What is your problem?"
