Ashes After the Fire
As Julian and Bianca left the corridor, walking beneath warm pools of golden light toward the elevator, Julian's thoughts churned with quiet amusement, a dangerous sparkle flickering behind those gold eyes.
(This is hilarious… the drug effect lasts three hours.)
The corner of his mouth twitched.
(Three hours… Even if you were starting a fire by rubbing sticks together, you'd have a flame by then.)
He nearly laughed.
There was something deeply satisfying about turning another man's trap back on him.
(You wanted to mess with your dad? In your dreams.)
His gaze darkened with wicked amusement.
(I do hope you enjoy your father's—meaning my—gift to you. Once you're exhausted… and then someone ambushes and kills you? Hah.)
The thought almost made him laugh aloud.
(Trying to scheme against me using my own playbook… amateur.)
Beside him, Bianca clung lightly to his arm, and she caught that shifting expression immediately.
