Rachel half-pivoted, taking a good hard look at Lily's pitiful face, yet feeling no pity at all. At least, that was what one would assume, given her extremely bland expression.
She turned to Darren and made a face that asked if he would be fine. Darren's eyes left Lily for a moment and looked down at Rachel. Then he nodded, assuring her he'd be fine.
"Go," he said.
"Okay," Rachel whispered, then catwalked down the corridor and into the elevator. As the doors were closing, she gave Lily a cold, warning stare with her eye of steel.
Lily gulped, then looked away.
Darren then turned to her, hands in pockets. "What do you want?"
She looked at him, eyes quivering. "How can you say that? What do you think I want?" She stopped closer. "Darren, we haven't talked. At all."
His gaze was heartless. "Isn't that the point? I don't want to talk to you."
