Amber's look was nothing like Vito's.
Vito always wore his smile like a mask. Sweet on the outside, sharp underneath. You could feel the danger even when he was being polite.
With Amber, there was no mask.
The hostility hit me the first second we met, like my body recognized an enemy before my mind could catch up. And it was the same now. Her gaze was straight, cold, and almost… final.
Like she already saw me as a ghost.
I pointed in her direction and forced my voice to sound casual. "Lewis, look. Amber's here too. What a coincidence."
Lewis glanced over. Amber's face was back to its usual icy calm. But when her eyes landed on him, something softened just a little. A faint warmth that didn't exist when she looked at me.
For a second, I almost doubted myself.
Almost.
