Davina's POV
I swallowed hard, fighting against the crushing wave of feelings that threatened to overwhelm me completely.
I'd convinced myself I could handle this, but facing Irvin Jenkin now, I understood how breakable my determination really was.
"What do you want?" I managed, my voice trembling yet steady enough to hide the chaos raging inside. I couldn't force myself to look into those sharp eyes, so I focused on the concrete beneath my feet, the wavering streetlight, anything except him.
Irvin laughed softly, the sound cruel and slicing, like my question entertained him. "You despise me. Perfect," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance that twisted my gut.
For him, this remained just another game. It had never been anything else.
"What do you want?" I asked again, making myself meet his stare. My chest tightened at the sight of that smirk—a wicked twist of his mouth that somehow made him even more insufferably attractive.
