He effortlessly evaded her again. His cruel face appeared bored. But Tella swore she felt the blood rushing through his veins, heating the hands still encircling her wrists. He might have appeared indifferent, but his heart was beating as fast as hers. Tella stopped mid-kick. His heart was beating. She stumbled back and he let her go. ‘You have a heartbeat.’ ‘No. My heart hasn’t beat in a very long time. You’re the one who’s delusional now.’ His voice was colder than she’d ever heard it, yet the chill
jacks in his delusional era
