Emilie's eyes narrowed, her trademark scowl ebbing back into position. She stood, quite still, a hair's breadth away from him.

"No. You wouldn't." She snarled, her voice low. Her free hand caressed his cheek, though she had to restrain herself from digging her nails into his skin. He would just like that. And so they barely grazed his skin. "Truth be told, Anastas... I don't even know who you are anymore."