Selina could feel Alpha's stare cutting through her like a knife.
She didn't want to look at him; giving him any satisfaction wasn't an option, but she was aware.
She always knew when someone had it out for her.
Great, she thought coldly. Hate me. Underestimate me. It'll make it way easier to take you out.
Maksim's hand was warm on her thigh, his thumb drawing circles that were both annoying and distracting, but she forced herself to lean into it.
She needed to keep up the act.
Because that's all this was: a show.
She wasn't Maksim's lover. She wasn't Alpha's enemy.
She was a survivor.
When it was all said and done, after Alpha and Maksim took each other out in their battle for HK's throne, she would be the last one standing.
With Leo, she thought, allowing herself a brief moment of real feeling.
Sweet, frustrating Leo with his awful jokes and unexpected kindness. He was the one person who had looked at her and seen more than just a weapon or a hooker.
