Micah POV
I glanced over my shoulder, scanning the hallway to make sure no one was following me. The tension in my chest eased when I saw it was empty. Thank God.
"Micah," a voice called softly. I turned just in time for Dennise to grab my wrist and pull me into the vacant room.
She closed the door behind us, her lips curling into a sly smile.
"Your acting is so good," I said, leaning against the wall with a smirk.
"Hehe, you too," Dennise replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "You had me for a second there. I almost believed you actually cared for her."
I stiffened, the smirk faltering for just a heartbeat before I pulled it back. "Don't be ridiculous," I said flatly. "It's part of the plan. She's important, and we need her to trust me."
"You've got her wrapped around your finger, though," Dennise continued, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "She's starting to let her guard down."