Chapter 62

Viona's POV

The silence in my villa was heavier than usual.

I sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, arms folded, my gaze fixed on the tall figure sprawled far too comfortably in the chair opposite mine. Mirage had been here for hours. Hours longer than courtesy-or sanity-would allow.

I had tried every subtle hint. Rising to my feet, stretching, even quietly setting my teacup aside as if preparing for bed. But he never budged. He sat like stone, broad shoulders relaxed, his sharp ...