I looked at her face.
Totally confused.
It carried nothing. Not a single expression. Those green eyes held the emotional depth of a glass window. Beautiful, sure. But hollow. Unreadable.
"What's the meaning of this?"
She didn't respond immediately. Her gaze swept across my features. Slowly. Deliberately. Scanning every inch as though reading fine print.
Then she spoke. "Why did you lose on purpose?"
'Straight to the throat, huh.'
"What do you mean?" I tilted my head with practiced ignorance. "I just lost because I underestimated my opponent. That's it."
Her expression didn't shift. Not even a millimeter.
"Do you think I am some kind of fool?"
Tssk.
I clicked my tongue and matched her stare.
"Even if I lost on purpose, that's none of your business." My eyes dropped to her leg still blocking my path. "So move the way before I cut the damn thing off myself with this axe."
She smiled.
