MIDAS
If there is one thing he possesses and will always be able to do, it is the ability to tell when someone is being less than completely honest with him.
When someone is lying.
And now as he looks down at her he knows; she may not have lied yet but she is thinking about it, weighing her options.
“Do not even bother.”
“Bother doing what?”
“Lying to me.”
She frowns, tracing out the embroidery patterns on the edges of the blanket that has somehow suddenly become infinitely more interesting to her than it had been a few moments ago.
“What makes you think I am planning to lie or that there is even something to lie about?”
He tilts up her chin, forcing her gaze upwards. “The way you keep refusing to look directly at me.”
“And that is enough to make you think I am about to lie to y
