“In the packhouse,” he clarified, as if that made it any better. “She’s the ambassador of our company’s platform now. It’s only appropriate that she stays within Foreshadow territory.”
Appropriate. Of course it was.
I stared at him for a moment, searching his face for any sign of awareness.
Any trace of shame. But there was nothing. Not even a flicker.
“You’re fine with that, aren’t you?” he added, tilting his head slightly.
It wasn’t really a question. It never was. I felt something tighten in my chest, but I forced it down.
“I see,” I said quietly. “If that’s your decision.”
His lips curved slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
“That’s more like it.”
He stepped closer to me, lifting his hand to cup my cheek. His touch was warm, familiar, and yet it felt so foreign now.
“I prefer it when you’re like this,” he murmured. “Not making unnecessary trouble.”
My body remained still under his touch. I didn’t lean into it. I didn’t pull away either. I simply endured it.
“Be good,” he added softly, brushing his thumb against my skin before letting his hand fall.