C70 The Silence Between His Fingers

Ink’s arm froze midair as he caught the direction of Catrina’s gaze. His brows lifted slowly, suspicion curling into curiosity.

“What exactly are you staring at?” he asked, his voice low as he followed her line of sight.

Catrina didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes widened, lips parting in pure disbelief as she leaned slightly forward, as though afraid the vision might vanish if she blinked