Chapter 16
Ice's Point of View
Red's words hung in the air, mingling with the tension that wrapped around us like a suffocating fog. The corner of his lips curled into a mischievous smile as he lounged on the couch in my office, his casual demeanor a stark contrast to the brewing storm inside me.
"You finally found your match," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. I refused to let his words rattle me, keeping my gaze fixed on the computer screen, pretending to be engrossed in my work. But Red's laughter seeped through my defenses, taunting me with his insights.
"He's no match to me," I said plainly.
"He may not be a match, but you're still eager to meet him," he prodded further, his laughter betraying his amusement. My eyes shot up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of annoyance a
