Page 55 of I See You

"I see Hassan."

Harper’s voice was casual, but Sevyn’s stomach flipped as she followed her gaze, spotting him instantly.

Standing over the railing above, watching everything, controlling everything, Hassan wasn’t just present—he commanded the entire space without moving a muscle.

Even dressed elegantly, wrapped in that tailored black Dior suit, his cold, lethal presence still clung to him, like an aura that warned people to step lightly.

Harper started to move toward him, but Sevyn grabbed her arm, stopping her. Her voice was slightly nervous now, something Harper never heard from her.

"You think he’s gonna want to see us?" Sevyn swallowed, her voice lower. "Well, me—I know he won’t hurt his own cousin."

Harper laughed, completely unbothered. "Girl, relax. Hassan is probably over that." She waved it off like it was nothing.

Sevyn wasn’t convinced.

"What if he’s not?" Her voice was soft, but her words held real hesitation.

Harper turned to her with a pointed look. "If Hassan wanted to kill you, Sev? You’d already be dead."

Sevyn’s stomach dropped. Because Harper wasn’t exaggerating. "Now come on, so I can officially introduce you to him."

Before Sevyn could protest again, Harper grabbed her hand, leading her up the stairs with effortless confidence.

Sevyn’s heart pounded in her chest with each step. Closer.

Closer.

She could see him more clearly now—the cut of his suit, the gleam of his watch, the unreadable look in his eyes as he remained fixed on the crowd below.

She had to keep her walls up. She couldn’t let him get to her like he did last time. Couldn’t let him ruin her. So she forced herself into that distant, calculated demeanor, masking the butterflies that tried to erupt inside her.

"San!" Harper’s voice rang out as they reached the top of the stairs. Hassan took a second longer before finally turning to face them.

And fuck.The second his blue eyes landed on her, her entire body reacted. Her heart jumped. Her breath hitched. But she masked it. She had to.

As he pulled Harper into a hug, his gaze never left hers. And Sevyn? She didn’t back down either. Her eyes stayed locked onto his, her body still, unreadable. Like they weren’t both fighting the same pull in the middle of a crowded casino.

She saw thecoldness inhis face,the emotionlessmask healways wore.But she felt something else entirely. Something deeper. Something he didn’t want her to see. And she knew he felt it too, because the moment their eyes locked, he looked away too fast.

Sevyn’s lips curled into a small smirk, knowing she had just as much of an effect on him as he did on her.

"You remember my friend Sevyn, right?" Harper asked casually, and Sevyn’s eyes never left him as he finally turned back toward her

And the second he did, her confidence wavered.

The way he was looking at her—dark, unreadable, intense—made her grip her clutch a little tighter, trying to play it off.

"Yeah." His voice was calm, smooth, effortlessly controlled.

But she knew better. She chuckled to herself, low and barely noticeable, but knowing damn well he was feeling something on the inside.

Harper formally introduced them, but it felt pointless. They had already crossed a line—long before tonight. And when their hands touched, she felt it.

The slight shift in his body. The way he relaxed at her touch,even if it was barely noticeable. The way her own body heated up,the warmth spreading like fire through her veins. They pulled away quickly, both of them too aware of what just happened, neither of them willing to acknowledge it.

Hassan turned back to Harper, refocusing his attention, like nothing had happened.

ButSevynsawthewayHarper’seyesnarrowedslightly,like she had caught something in the exchange but was choosing not to comment on it.

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