Page 58 of I See You

Sevyn’s body stiffened. Because he was right. And he knew it.

Hassan chuckled, low and knowing, before taking another slow sip of his drink.

Sevyn couldn’t let him get to her. No matter how hard it was fighting it.

She turned toward him just as the bartender placed the glass of red wine in front of her. She muttered a quick thank you, but her attention was already back on Hassan.

By then, he had shifted, facing her fully, his body turned toward hers, his piercing gaze locked in with the same intensity that made her pulse quick.

"What are you talking about?" she finally asked, her tone guarded, careful, because she had a feeling she already knew what he meant.

"I don’t explain myself." His voice was smooth, controlled, but low enough to feel like a warning. "You know what I’m talking about. You feel it."

Sevyn’s eyes drifted away, and that was all the confirmation he needed. She did know. She knew he was referring to the way she read him in her office the other day. To the way she uncovered something he never let anyone see.

Harper swore he let it go. But she knew better.

"Fucked up, ain’t it?" Hassan’s voice cut through her thoughts, his tone clipped, laced with something sharp. "Especially when I don’t know you, huh?"

Her eyes snapped back to his, and she didn’t back down.

"I was just being honest, Hassan." She rolled her eyes, her defenses fully up now.

"Me too." His voice remained even, but his jaw tightened, his fists subtly clenching at his sides. "But unlike you, I don’t give a fuck what you going through, ‘cause I’m not trying to fix you."

That hit hard.

But more than his words, she felt the anger behind them. The rage he carried beneath his skin like an untamed beast.

Instead of reacting, Sevyn took a slow sip of her wine, trying to calm herself, to brush it off, to stay poised.

Then, just as steady, just as sharp—

"I’m not trying to fix you. You’re not broken."

The conviction in her voice was cutting. Stronger than before. Hassan’s jaw flexed, his knuckles tightening, his body coiled with tension.

"You don’t fucking know me, mane." His voice was low, but the anger in it was undeniable.

"But I want to."

Hisheadsnappedtowardhers,hiscoldeyesburningintohers.

But Sevyn’s voice was softer now, her energy different. Calmer.

"Not to fix you. Not even to please Harper or your grandmother."

She felt the tension in his muscles ease—just slightly. But it was still there.

"Then why?" His voice dropped even lower, his tone challenging, pushing her, testing her. "To say you got through to the coldest, most feared nigga in the city?"

Sevyn’s lips parted slightly, but instead of reacting, she just studied him.

"You don’t really talk much, but when you do, sometimes you say dumb shit."

Hassan’s brows lifted slightly. Not in anger. In surprise. She talked to him like that? Like she wasn’t standing in front of one of the most dangerous men in the city? Like she wasn’t scared?

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes—something he immediately suppressed.

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