The man in the driver's seat turned slightly, casting a quick glance at the figure in the back. Dante Flagg sat in silence, his gaze fixed solely on Bonnie.
In a cautious tone, the subordinate asked, "Master, what should we do about Sabina Mills?"
Dante's eyes remained on the woman in his arms. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as if nothing else in the world mattered now that she was with him. At the question, he let out a quiet, mocking laugh.
"That foolish woman," he said lazily. "Whatever happens to her has nothing to do with me."
She had truly believed she was worthy of partnering with him?
"You mean…" the subordinate began, hesitating.
Dante didn't look up. His slender fingers gently traced the delicate curve of Bonnie's brow, then along the bridge of her nose. A faint smile formed on his lips without him realizing it.
