William’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a shard of ice.
I turned instinctively, pinned by the weight of his gaze from across the aisle.
It was sharp. Intense. Possessive.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
His eyes—dark, unreadable, and far too focused—locked onto mine and refused to let go, as if daring me to look away. As if I belonged under that stare.
"I apologize, Apex William," I said, lowering my head, though not quite in full
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