"Is Nyren working for you?"
I had so many questions in my head. I thought it was best to start with this one.
Rion leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable save for the flicker of amusement in his eyes.
"I didn't ask for you here for an interrogation, Vivien." His voice was low, smooth, yet something darker lingered beneath it.
A warning, subtle but impossible to miss.
The smile that curved his lips did not soften him, it only made him look more dangerous.
My jaw clenched. I hated that he always seemed in control, always three steps ahead, even in conversation.
"I told you I'd think about being your mate," I shot back. "If I don't know anything about you, how can I decide?"
He tilted his head, a smirk spreading across his face, as though my defiance was nothing more than entertainment.
"I'm fairly certain most people have already heard a great deal about me. And does it matter if I tell you more? You've already decided what to think of me. It isn't surprising."
