“Neither have I,” I return. “I think he knows I wanna beat the shit out of him.” Her gaze flicks to mine as she registers my comment. The makeup around her eyes is darker today. More pronounced. Her lips are a shade darker, too, like she’s wearing lipstick or lipgloss or…something. I scan her up and down. Actually, she looks more put together than I’ve seen in a long time, but effortlessly so. Like she wants to look like she woke up that way, but it’s an illusion. One I could die in if she’d let me. Fucking beautiful. If only I knew what was going through her pretty little head.