Chapter Eleven

I had zero clue how to respond to that.

There was no flinch in his gaze. No sudden smile to express his joke. No reprieve for the increasing silence, heavy with expectation. He simply stared, those dark eyes slightly narrowed. This must be how he interrogated information out of people. I felt as though I was about to spill every secret I had ever kept, even the most mundane kind.

I treaded carefully. “I have no doubt you’re already aware of any secret that I might have.”

If he was offended by my tone, he made no mention of it. The impassive expression reaching the tightness of his jaw to the defined angle of his cheekbones. Were I not so shaken, perhaps I would have admired his hardened handsomeness. Instead, I was insinuating that he knew what he needed to about me. That intimidating the evidence out of me was enough to inform him of what he knew.

“I want you to elaborate on it.”

Part of me wanted to pretend I didn’t know what that meant. But I did. Maybe it was because I was af