MATTHAN
A bluff. That was what it was. But it worked. A little too well. My stomach twisted watching her face turn pale. I was ruining my chances long before they could even blossom. Not good. It was moments like this I asked my wolf for advice. But I could sense the cringe surge from deep within my soul. He also thought it was rash and stupid of me to pull such a trump card.
"You are bluffing," Eloise mumbled. I wasn't quite sure who she was trying to convince. But the way I saw it, the statement was directed more at herself. I let her play the scenario out in my head and if she needed the final push to take my offer. I was willing to give it. "You are bluffing." She repeated. This time around, her eyes were fixated on me like tiny chestnut brown daggers.
I took from my chest pocket a
