Chapter 7: Emergency Directive [2]
Hans stared at me for a long moment, saying nothing.
Not a blink.
Not a twitch.
Just that same damn, unreadable expression, like he was peeling apart my words one syllable at a time.
The weight of silence pressed down on my shoulders.
I swallowed hard, willing myself not to fidget under his gaze.
Finally, he spoke.
"You’ll return before the end of the month," he repeated, voice devoid of emotion. "Before the evolution period ends."
I nodded quickly. "Yes. Absolutely. I swear it on the Evans name."
Hans’s brow twitched, just barely. I couldn’t tell if it was approval... or disgust.
"You shouldn’t use your family name so casually, Evans," he said, voice cold and slow, like he was sculpting each word from ice. "Especially when you intend to tarnish it."