Roxanna's POV
"I accept," I say, my voice low but steady. The words burn my throat like acid. His devilish grin grows wild, and I roll my eyes at him and continue. "But not on your terms."
For a second, Canaan's smirk falters. Then it sharpens, twisting into something crueler. His eyes narrow, dark and dangerous, as though no one has ever dared to negotiate with him before. The glare in his eyes is enough to make him seem like a predator. But right now, I don't care. Does he think I'm going to let him dictate my life here? Me agreeing to his terms is me setting the trap.
"What do you mean 'not on my terms,' huh?" His voice is steady, calm, and lethal like a blade sliding across stone.
"I'll be your lapdog," I answer, lifting my chin as if that will keep the shame from seeping through m
