RINA

I moved in close, closing the gap until I could literally taste the expensive, woody scent of his cologne mixed with the metallic tang of the blood I’d just drawn.

Then I reached out and grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into his skin with more force than necessary.

I wanted to see him flinch. I wanted to see that stupid mask of charming confidence crack, even just a little.

But he didn't flinch. The bastard didn't even seem intimidated. Instead, he leaned right into my touch, his gaze unwavering.

From this distance, I could see his eyes clearly for the first time. They weren't just green; they were...