His response drew a flare through her smile, amplifying it momentarily. Although, the genuineness was gone. Replaced by something brief, sharp. The bitter taste that lingered at the bottom of a too-sweet cocktail. Of course, Daniel was out of civility for her. How could she forget the words that haunted one of their last discussions? He'd rather die first.
The ghostly shadow of her eyes traced him, the details and the differences from when she'd last seen him. Years ago. He was so different now, she'd molded him into something. She'd created an Adam of her own vision. Fingertips flicked a dark curl from her eyes. There were bracelets beaded around her wrists, and they jangled tightly with the movement. An unfortunate necessity to her everyday ensemble after Rosalie had clawed her. The minor cuts had flesh toned bandaids over them, and it was all camouflaged very well beneath the bracelets.
"I know you don't love me." Stepping flawlessly out of her heels and abandoning them by the door, she moved toward him. Slow, but the intention in her trajectory was obvious. Closer, and closer.