HUNDRED AND TEN

Veil had never seen Sophia look one bit out of her usually composed self, but the moment those words were out, Sophia’s face bore an expression that Veil found foreign where she was concerned.

“What did you just say?” Sophia peered at Anders like she had suddenly lost the ability to keep her eyes wide open. Anders angled his head as he shot her a look, then scoffed.

“Don’t act so dramatic, Sophia. You know that’s the truth. I have never told you I loved you, and you will never hear me say that. All the times we met, they were always at your own schedule and request. But you were so wrapped up in the bubble of impossibility that you didn’t see it.”

“Oh, I saw it,” Sophia mumbled, nodding. “All the times you would pretend to enjoy the dinners at our place just because of your parents. And how often you would tell me you were swamped with work simply because I asked you to take me out for lunch.”

“So why did you…”

“Because I want you, and when I want something, I go for it despite the ob