Chapter 65
Flora POV
The night was quiet, the hum of the city dulled by distance and the soft glow of lamps spilling across my villa. Nicolas sat on the edge of the couch, shoulders tense, his mind must still be churning from the restrictions his father had placed on him. But tonight, he wasn't thinking of the company or the elders or even his looming duties. His gaze was fixed on me, who moved across the room with an elegance that seemed designed to capture him whole.
I approached slowly, deliberately, each step echoing the words Lysa had drilled into me, when I was little back at the pack house. If you want to keep a man, you don't leave him to decide-you make him forget he ever had a choice.
"Why are you so quiet tonight?" My voice was soft, sultry, as I knelt before him, my hand br
