Of all the people who could have seen her like this, why did it have to be him?
Criselle shot to her feet, her body moving before her mind could catch up.
Sitting had made her feel small, vulnerable, exposed beneath Theron's shadow, and instinctively she thought that standing would restore some power, some dignity.
But the illusion shattered the moment she straightened. Even with her heels adding precious inches, Theron still towered over her. The sheer weight of his presence dwarfed her attempt at control.
"Did you follow me here on purpose?" she demanded, her voice trembling between fury and wounded pride. "To catch me in this pathetic state? You enjoy this, don't you?"
Her glare was as sharp as blade. "Of course, you do!"
His gaze held hers with unnerving coldness, his expression as blank as a wall.
For a moment, she thought he wouldn't even bother to answer.
Then, his lips parted.
