Chapter Eighteen

GYPSY'S POV

"Are you okay? You suddenly look pale." Dante says calmly, strolling into the kitchen.

Is he mocking me with that concern or it's just my disconcerted mind playing tricks on me?

Fuck, did he hear my conversation with Falcon?

I straightened her spine, clearing my throat and shaking my head as I try to regain my ruffled composure. Trying hard not to feel panicked.

"I.. I am... Of course, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I bem"

I put on a smile that feels so damn plastic on my own face.

Fuck, I've fucked up haven't I? I've ruined my mission just after barely starting it. My game is over.

The silence that follows is even more disconcerting. During that brief time, I feel like Dante is searing me with his very gaze.

When I can't take it anymore, I turn to the fridge in the kitchen and pretend to be getting some water.

I expect him to be gone by the time I turn around, but no. He is still standing there, and he is showing me something on his phone.

It's a picture. A picture of a woma