Ian's POV
I watched as Mona stormed out of the dining room, her posture radiating fury. The door slammed with enough force to rattle the expensive china. A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. She was furious, that much was clear, but there was something deeper in her eyes—an unmistakable determination. This wasn’t going to be easy, and I reveled in that fact. It was all part of the game I played with her.
Resistance was expected, especially from Mona. I thrived on it; she was a challenging puzzle I intended to solve. I wasn’t about to let her slip away, especially when I had plans that included her.
"Ah, Mona," I muttered to myself, watching her retreating figure. "You make this far more interesting."
I turned away from the table, placing my coffee cup down with purpose. I could al
