Nyx's Pov

Cole’s eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and searching, like he was trying to dig past my mask.

“Tell me something, Luna Nyx,” he repeated, his voice low and edged. “What exactly are you planning?”

I tilted my head, letting a small smirk curl my lips. My nails tapped idly against the wood of the table, the sound a faint, deliberate rhythm. “What do you mean?” I asked, voice light, teasing even. I knew the game he wanted to play. I wasn’t going to give him the ...