Chapitre 42: CHAPTER 41

He finally moved, sinking into the lone chair in his chamber—not even really sitting, more like lounging, sprawled out like he owned the world and everything in it. His gaze still pinned me in place as he leaned back, one arm draped over the side of the chair with a lazy arrogance that made me want to roll my eyes. Meanwhile, I was left standing there, awkward and exposed, like some specter who had wandered in from another life and didn't quite belong.

Seconds dragged on, stretching into minutes, the silence in the room growing thick and uncomfortable. He seemed in no rush, simply watching me with that smug expression of his, a slight tilt to his lips that bordered on a smirk. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, willing myself not to break the silence first, not to let him know just how unnerving he was. But that familiar, infuriating glint in his eyes told me he already knew. He always did.