Seth Sinclair was not an easy person to talk to, and he had even less patience.
The fact that he had waited this long was somewhat surprising to Lianne.
'But they were just playing a game. Why was he suddenly settling old scores?'
His reflection appeared in Lianne's dark, shining eyes. The man's bone structure was sharp and defined, with a high brow and upward-slanting phoenix eyes that held a hint of wildness. Every inch of him radiated the noble air of someone accustomed to ultimate power.
His looks were aggressively handsome, his aura invasively sharp and cold.
The distance between them was far closer than what was considered normal for social interaction.
Lianne pressed her palm against the sofa, her fingertips curling slightly. She stared at him blankly and pressed her lips together.
Before she could reply, she heard Seth Sinclair question her again. "And 'incompatible personalities'? What's your personality, and what's mine?"
