~Zoe~
My face was the exact picture of confusion. What was he talking about? Who did he think I was in love with?
“I don’t understand”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Zoe.”
I wasn’t playing dumb. I really and truly didn’t know who he was talking about. I thought over the interaction that just happened and nothing love-related jumped out at me. Where was he getting such thoughts from? Was there a part of our conversation that I missed? Did the person he was talking to over the phone earlier tell him something that he was now confronting me about?
“Please, Niklaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Are you trying to deny that you have feelings for him? After everything he’s done to you?”
If I frowned anymore, it was debatable whether the frown lines were going to leave my fac
