CHAPTER TWELVE
Luca’s POV
She was testing me.
Juliette knew exactly what she was doing—taunting me, tempting me, driving me to the brink of madness. And the worst part? I was losing.
I wasn’t the kind of man who lost. Not in business. Not in war. And definitely not in control.
Yet here I was, sitting at the damn dinner table, watching her move like she wasn’t the most dangerous thing in the room. Not because she was an assassin—no, that didn’t scare me. What scared me was the way she had me wrapped around her little finger without even trying.
I clenched my jaw as she sat across from me, completely unfazed, completely in control, as if she hadn’t just turned my world upside down.
I wanted her. Badly.
But she was playing a game, and I didn’t like the fact that I was losing.
I gripp
