Nita cleared her throat. “Why did you stop the video?” “Isn’t it obvious?” He turned to her, thick eyebrows pulled together. “I didn’t want you to see.” Nita returned his gaze, unblinking. “Are you ashamed?” “Not at all.” A hint of a smile crept back into his face. “I know what you are.” “I know.” He looked away. “But there’s a difference between knowing and seeing.”
