He was not looking at her the way men usually did.
He was reading her.
“I tripped,” she said. “Clumsy.”
Luca’s eyes did not blink.
“People trip forward. You’re protecting your ribs.”
The lie died in her mouth.
For months, Selene had perfected the art of being believable. Makeup over bruises. Long sleeves over fingerprints. Laughing off winces. Apologizing continue reading …
