Winter watched as Kalix suddenly fell silent, as if he too were wrestling with the same thought.
"Did you ever find him suspicious? I mean, you must've gone through every detail about him before you started stalking me," she asked, her voice calm but edged with curiosity.
Her words caught him off guard. His eyes sharpened as they locked onto hers, unreadable but undeniably alert.
When he didn't offer a reply, his silence spoke louder than any denial.
"You did, didn't you? And the result was the same," she pressed, her voice softer but certain. "Am I right, Kalix?"
Kalix wasn't the kind of man to admit defeat—pride wouldn't allow it. But with Winter, he found himself bending that rule more times than he cared to count.
Clearing his throat, he glanced away, as though searching the room for an escape. "My team is still working on it," he finally muttered.
Winter let out a quiet chuckle at his half-hearted excuse.
