Her body stiffened. Slowly, she turned around.
Dion stood in the doorway, his eyes cold, devoid of the warmth they once had when she clung to him, replaced by a chilling, unreadable expression. The dark mist swirled around him dangerously.
He smelled of blood. And he knew that if the person standing there wasn't the one his heart longed for, there would have been a carcass before him.
Ye Jin's breath hitched, but she lifted her chin, trying to steady her voice. "I… I was just—"
Before she could finish, Dion stepped closer, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through her soul. The temperature in the room seemed to drop with every step he took.
"Lying doesn't suit you," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. "Now, tell me… what were you planning on doing?"
Ye Jin swallowed hard, her mind racing. The walls seemed to close in around her, the weight of his gaze pinning her in place.
For the first time, she felt real fear for Dion Detri.