Seven hells, Arya would say. But this. This is eleven hells. My breath catches in my throat, and when I finally breath out, it feels like something fell right back into position, clogging my throat. I glance across my shoulder, without focusing on him. My heartbeat drumming in my ears, I waved, wearing a thin smile. Moderate, and modest. Just the right mask for my accelerated heartbeat." You're going to fine," I assure myself, but half of the words falls out of my hearing shot within. Like I no longer believe myself.Keeping a straight face, I tried to seem as far off detached as possible. But he is here... scanning my expression. Probing me for answers with the glide of his gaze, and the rest way they sweep over me, reminds me of that hot Las Vegas night.“ Hello,” he said flatly, and lowered his gaze back on his phone. Seemingly bored, disenchanted, and unimpressed. Alexander grunted, in disapproval. And stirring uncomfortably, Luthor glanced at me, staring me dead in the eyes. “
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