Elizabeth's POV

I watched him walk angrily out of the cafe, only to return a little later. “No, this won't do. Let's talk it out."

He took a seat and looked me straight in the eye. "How many times have you done it?” he asked.

" Done what,” I inquired, feigning ignorance.

He glared at me and I immediately perceived that it was the wrong time to lie or pretend, so I remained silent. Staring deeply at him.

“Elizabeth,” he said, leaning back. “You look pale. Nervous, maybe?”

I ...