Larissa's POV
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You think you understand me after one rescue and a single dinner?"
"I think someone who genuinely believed love was worthless wouldn't work so hard to shield himself from it."
Carson's jaw clenched tight. For a heartbeat, I wondered if I'd crossed a line.
"You're a fascinating woman, Larissa Cornelia," he said at last.
"Should I take that as praise?"
"Take it as fact." That maddening half-smile played at his lips again.
I tightened my grip on the cool metal railing, using it to anchor myself. The city sprawled beneath us in a blanket of golden lights, but all my attention focused on the warmth emanating from Carson's body beside me.
"I need to ask you something," I said, pivoting to face him completely. "Two things, actually."
His eyebrows lifted with interest. "Ask away."
"Earlier, during the presentation, you claimed it had been ages since we last spoke. Why say that? We'd only just met days before."
