Collin took a slow step toward her.
Kathrine instinctively leaned back, her breath hitching as her fingers curled tightly around the armrest, as though it were the only thing keeping her grounded.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
A smirk crept onto his lips, but there was nothing warm about it. If anything, it made him look more dangerous, more unhinged.
"Do you really think they will choose you?" he asked, his voice low, almost curious as he tilted his head and studied her.
Kathrine said nothing.
She could not.
Her throat felt tight, her voice trapped somewhere deep inside her chest. But her silence only seemed to provoke him further.
The smirk vanished.
His expression hardened in an instant.
"They should have answered by now!" he snapped, his voice echoing sharply through the confined space.
