Simon Adler took a deep breath. The words "so uncivilized" were on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason, he swallowed them back down.
But flipping him off was one thing; Mia Grant didn't actually leave.
Simon Adler looked at her. "You've had your say. Feel better now? So, are you planning to come with me?"
"I will, but I have one condition." Mia Grant held her head high, seizing control of the conversation once more.
"Name it."
Simon Adler seemed to have a great deal of patience now.
Mia Grant stood before him, blocking the light from one side. With his long legs crossed, Simon Adler leaned back into his chair, the picture of leisure.
He tilted his chin up slightly, looking at her.
"What is it you want?"
"I'll go, but I need you to guarantee my safety."
"Done," Simon Adler agreed readily.
He didn't hesitate at all. Mia Grant paused, unable to stop herself from asking, "You're agreeing just like that? Can you really protect me?"
