Ivan's head snapped up.
His lips parted slightly, eyes narrowing like he wasn't sure he'd heard me right. I didn't give him the time to ask. The words were already clawing their way out.
"That night," I ground out, jaw tight. "The kiss. The look in your eyes. The way you said I made you feel safe. I never forgot a fucking second of it."
"Kael—"
"I thought maybe you had," I said, laughing bitterly, eyes stinging. "All those people you dated. All those years pretending it didn't happen. Acting like we were just friends—like I was okay with that."
Ivan was still frozen, staring at me like I'd set myself on fire.
I stepped back, trying to breathe through the goddamn heat flooding my chest. "You think I didn't notice how you stopped looking at me the same? You think I didn't wonder if I imagined it all? If I made it up like some fucked up dream?"
I turned toward the door.
