Chapter 33

I rest my forearms on the table and convince myself to not leap across the table. To not punch that smile right off his face. I also manage to get my anger in control remarkably. Not because I want to somehow still be respectful to this ass, no way. If I want to somehow pull this whole act off, I need to act calm. Being angry would just be a dead give away that he's caught me. Plus, I won't give him the satisfaction knowing he's stuck a nerve. I compose myself and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest and giving off the airy feeling that I don't care. That this isn't big news to me. Too bad it actually is. "You do know what's going to happen, don't you?" He asks bemused, placing his mug back on the table. "Nothing," I say, and he seems shocked by my answer since his eyebrows shoot up. "What makes you think that, Mars?" "Because I don't even know what you're talking about," I say calmly, "What