Chapter 7

Bianca

The Iceman sat in the same chair, wearing another expensive suit. But this time, when his eyes met mine, something was different. It was softer than how i met him the first time.

He didn't say hello. He just watched me close the door behind me, his expression unreadable but his eyes was burning with something that made my skin prickle.

"You're late," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry." I set my bag down, my hands already moving to the pole. "I can stay extra minutes to make up for it if you want."

I positioned myself at the pole,…