TONIA'S POV
I watched him dab the napkin against his lips with calculated precision, every movement deliberate and controlled. When he tossed it back onto the table, his piercing gaze locked onto mine.
"You misunderstand my intentions, Tonia. This isn't about using you. This is about protection."
His voice carried that familiar smooth confidence that once made my pulse quicken. Now it only made my skin crawl.
"I can offer you safety, strength, influence. Under my protection, you'll never face another moment of vulnerability."
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Influence?" I gestured around the opulent dining room with obvious disdain. "You mean having your lackeys bow and scrape every morning?"
The silence stretched between us like a taut wire before he continued, his tone shifting to something more dangerous.
