Lukas walked closer and sat down heavily in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw so tight that I could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin.

Goodness gracious! His facade was twitching so soon.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Are you spying on me? Is this what you do instead of your fucking job?"

I shrugged, slow and casual, leaning back in my chair until it balanced precariously on two legs. "I didn't have to. I just wanted something to hold against you." I let the silence hang in the air for a moment. "I was...