"What were you doing last night?"
The question came unexpectedly. Vincent almost choked on the water he had just taken in. Still, he managed to swallow it, gently placing the glass on the table before him.
He looked at his friend, his gaze feigning ignorance, as if he didn't know what Ilyan was talking about at all.
"Don't give me that look," the other man frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Vincent said, shrugging.
Ilyan, however, didn't believe him. His expression alone was enough to speak his mind. He rose from his seat, lowering his face so that their eyes met as he leaned forward.
Something in his gaze unsettled Vincent. A spark, or perhaps it was his misunderstanding. Maybe it was fury flickering in his green eyes.
The sun cast large shadows over the trees just beside the window. Air blew into Ilyan's lavender hair, hiding his eyes slightly.
