“Saya!” Ryan’s voice was low and dangerous now, his expression darkening.
In just a few seconds, Saya’s cheeks were red and swollen. Tears pooled in her eyes, making her look pitifully fragile.
She glanced at Ryan, then at me, biting her lip as she continued her self-inflicted punishment.
I took a slow sip of my wine, completely at ease.
I was suddenly curious—how far was she willing to take this performance?
