Roxy snapped her jaw shut.
She forced her racing heart to steady. She looked directly into his hyper-focused green eyes, her expression smoothing out into a mask of absolute, impenetrable stone.
"Nothing," Roxy stated, her voice entirely flat.
Ren's dark brow furrowed deeply. The muscles in his jaw ticked as his grip on her wrists tightened just a fraction. He was the master of illusions; he knew a lie the second it left someone's lips.
"Do not lie to me, Roxy," Ren demanded, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble that echoed off the emerald tiles of the bathing chamber. "You do not say something like 'we don't have time' and then brush it off. You are terrified of something. Tell me what it is."
Roxy didn't flinch. She yanked her wrists, testing his grip, but when he didn't immediately let go, she simply leaned forward.
