CHAPTER 23
Sin-Drenched
Malphas held her gaze, his expression unreadable as he studied the sharp, defiant tilt of her head. He saw right through her—the arrogance in her posture and the biting sarcasm behind her smile were transparent to a man like him.
He knew exactly what she was aiming for; her motive was as clear as glass. She was betting on his history, counting on the fact that a man with his bloodline and lethal background would never risk such a public, digital link to his most vulnerable asset. She was weaponizing his own shadows against him, certain that a mob prince would choose anonymity over a photo op.
To her complete shock, Malphas did not recoil. Instead, he closed the distance. As the photographer signaled for them to pose, Malphas stepped into Rory’s personal space w
