Drake POV:
And despite all her efforts to hide behind a new identity, I saw right through it.
The change in her appearance, the color of her eyes, her scent — it was all a mask, a desperate attempt to run from something. From me, maybe. But I wasn't about to let her slip through my fingers again. Not when she was right in front of me.
As she poured herself another glass of champagne, looking all too calm, too collected, I couldn't help but feel the anger surge in me. I didn't know whether to feel betrayed, confused, or just damn frustrated. Why was she doing this? What was she hiding?
I was trying to give her space, trying to not push too hard. But how could I not? The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together in ways I didn't want them to. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she felt... I was too far gone.
She had to be her.
