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Adrien set the bottle down gently on the counter and crossed his arms, his gaze finally locking onto me. The way he looked made me sit up straighter, like I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't, even though I hadn't done anything too wrong... well, not that wrong, anyway.
"So," he said, his voice slow and laced with something I couldn't quite figure out, "are you going to tell me where you've been all day?"
Why would he care?
The question shouldn't have sent a flutter through my stomach. It's not like I owed him a rundown of my day. But the tone he used...controlled, expectant, as if he already knew he wouldn't like whatever answer I'd give, made my fingers start to fidget. I instinctively tugged at the neckline of my shirt, feeling heat creep up my neck.
When his eyes narrowed, it was like a slap to the face.
Oh God.
The mark.
