Xavian gazed at her, eyes locked on hers, and only when she winced at his tight grip did he look away, letting go of her hand.
"Curiosity kills the cat, Poppy."
Poppy narrowed her eyes at him. "Does that mean you have a very big secret, and if I find out, you're going to kill me?"
"What?"
"Like you being Superman?" She burst into laughter the second he shot her a hardened, disdainful look, shaking her head. "What are you, Xavian?"
"Why are you being so curious?" Xavian asked, tilting his head at her.
Poppy didn't answer. It wasn't that she was being curious, it was rather a kind of feeling that she felt deep inside of her, like she knew this man, but not in this way. It was a kind of feeling she couldn't understand.
"Mr. Win—"
"Xavian!" Someone walked into the kitchen, halting with her shoulders rising and falling in heavy breathing.