C75 The Bitter Taste of Freedom

I didn’t answer right away, rather letting my eyes glide between him and Sophia. She looked away, unable to satisfy my gaze, and that gave me a small, bitter feeling of delight. Finally, I turned back to Ethan, raising an eyebrow. “Where are you coming from?” I shot lower back, my voice cold.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed barely. “I requested you a query,” he repeated, his tone extra insistent