C14 Traitor

The gloves felt smooth, devoid of any warmth.

Jade froze, lifting her gaze to Andrea. His eyes were dark, harboring a hidden fire she had never seen before. A sense of unease washed over her, and she instinctively withdrew her hand.

But his grip was strong, and her wrist, held in his grasp, felt fragile, as if it could snap with just a little force.

"Mr. Caruso?" Jade called out