VINCENT MOREAU
Our eyes met as he set his glass down on the table with a clink, his fingers dancing on the rim.
"You think I cannot do enough to protect what is mine?"
"I think you're trying to protect too much," I shot back, launching into a dramatic show that required descriptions of my words with my hands. "A man like you-ruthless, calculating, untouchable-doesn't need attachments that make him predictable and even worse, vulnerable. Your wife is not just a person now. She's a target, and every time you go home to her, or let her soften your edges, you're giving your enemies a path to your open self, something they will use against you. And believe me, they're studying it closely."
Damian's lips twitched. It was not quite a smile, but something that showed how amused he was. "You'
