"What do you want?" Ren's tone was cold—colder than the wind that swept through the northern peaks.
Saya froze. The sharpness of his voice made her heart skip. For a second, she forgot how to breathe. She'd been through this before, had faced his indifference countless times, and yet it still hit her like a slap every single time.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her mind went blank, the words she practiced earlier vanishing into thin air.
A silence stretched between them, heavy and uncomfortable, before she forced out a strained smile. "That girl reminded me of Evie. You know, the one from the restaurant."
Ren's eyes hardened. "I already told you—she's not Evie. She just happens to have the same name and hair color. That's all."
He didn't know why Saya kept bringing it up, but he had a feeling it wasn't out of curiosity. Her tone carried something else—something sharp beneath the surface.
