He blinks once. Twice. Something unreadable passes through the icy blue of his eyes with each movement.
“Excuse me?” Frost’s tone is incredulous, and coupled with the edginess of his deep voice, he sounds borderline threatening. His brow arches higher than I’ve ever seen it, his forehead creasing in a way it never has before. I never thought I’d see an expression like that on his face. This is the closest thing to surprised I’ve ever seen him in the time I’ve known him. But it only lasts a few seconds before his expression turns more or less neutral again, with only subtle undertones of a scowl intertwined with his gorgeous features.
I swallow hard, my throat constricting against the large lump that’s forming in it. I take another deep breath in an effort to strengthen my resolve. “I said I don’t want the surgery,” I repeat, more for myself than him. I know he heard me loud and clear. He obviously just didn’t like hearing it, for whatever reason.