“How kind.”
“Ethan mentioned you might wear it.”
“I know. He asked me to.”
A trace of amusement touched her mouth.
“Did he?”
“Yes,” I said. “He’s been very specific lately.”
Ethan cleared his throat. “Sophia, I think Martin was looking for you near the donor wall.”
Sophia held my gaze one moment too long.
“Of course. We’ll talk later.”
“No,” I said pleasantly. “We won’t.”
Her smile stayed in place.
Then she walked away.
Ethan turned to me. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You sounded sharp.”
“It must be the acoustics.”
His jaw tightened. For the first time, annoyance cut through his mask.
“Madison, tonight is not the night for insecurity.”
There it was.
The familiar weapon.
I looked up at him. “You’re right.”
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