ROSETTE

“I don't, but I'm not above knowing.” 

Axel regarded me with a look that stripped me bare, his gaze unblinking. 

“And what will you do when you know about it?” he asked, his eyes roaming. 

I've noticed that with him, his eyes never stayed put. They’re always moving, searching. They moved from one feature to another, never settling for one, just taking all of them in. 

“I’ll try to understand,” I answered in a breath. 

“And what if ...