In Renee Langdon's eyes, Quinn Leroy had always been cool and aloof, almost otherworldly, like clouds drifting lightly across a clear sky.
But after getting closer to him… no, to be precise, after Chase showed up, the Quinn she saw felt strangely unfamiliar.
He was indifferent, domineering, paranoid, and chilling, with deep reserves and schemes… like a poppy in full bloom—so beautiful, yet so fatally dangerous.
Renee had no idea how she should answer for him to be satisfied. Should she just turn him down flat? There was a voice in her head that kept saying, Don't, don't… Was it because she felt something was off, or was it, just like Quinn said, that she was running away?
She stayed silent for a long time. Quinn didn't rush her; he simply kept his gaze level on hers. When he saw her bite her lip, as if steeling herself for some decision, a faint glint flickered in his eyes.
