Chapter 262: Mysterious
She saw it—the flicker of disappointment, frustration, perhaps even a flash of jealousy.
Oh, he hated that. Of course, he did. He had been watching her, hadn’t he? Noticing how she spent more time with Cassian, how she drifted just far enough away from him that he had to chase her. She lowered her lashes, suppressing a knowing smirk. She just had to sit back and watch the show.
Benedict hated the word friend. It felt like a rejection, a dismissal—an insult that was masked in kindness. His entire life, people had treated him like a tool, a pawn in the great political game of the Empire.
His title, his influence, his strength—these were all things people wanted. And yet, when it came to real emotions, to true companionship, he was always pushed aside.
He had thought Annora was different. But now, she had said it. "You are such a good friend."
Benedict felt something sharp and bitter twist in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and grabbed her hand. His grip was firm but not painful, but the sudden contact made Annora stiffen.
She took a step back, her body tensing as though she wanted to pull away immediately. Benedict saw the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. The way she froze, just for a few moments before regaining control of her expression.
He didn’t understand why, but something about that reaction unsettled him. "Annora," he said, his voice quieter now. "Why do you keep avoiding me?"
Annora lowered her gaze, acting as though she was flustered. Inside, however, she was furious.
But she had to continue the act. Annora forced a shaky breath and looked up at him with wide, sorrowful eyes. "Benedict..." She whispered.
"We can’t keep doing this. I shouldn’t even be meeting you."