The room was dim, only a faint glow from a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of leather and Lysander’s expensive cologne hung in the air, but none of it eased the tension sitting between them. Kylie sat stiffly, arms crossed, her jaw tight. She could feel Lysander's eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze. 

Lysander, leaning back in his chair, looked way too relaxed for her liking. His smirk was infuriating.

“Other things?” He started, ...