A different kind of heat flushed under my skin at my own epiphany, arrogant as it was.
“As for the driver,” he continued, “he is under your command. You can go anywhere you want and do as you please. He won't tell me anything, and I won't ask. You have all the control.”
I could only stare at him, speechless.
“And if you’re worried that I’ll hurt one of the Andersons, I will only do it if you command it. You have my word.”
I clenched and unclenched my hand, unsure what to do with it.
“I know you’re in conflict with your morals, but believe it or not, you’re about to enter the battlefield. Showing mercy won’t work in your favor,” he whispered, brushing his fingers down to my chin, leaving a heated trail behind. I was pulled toward him, drawn closer to his face, his eyes holding me spell
