Vanessa's POV
“He will see you as a gift from the gods of revenge,” Vanessa said, her voice dropping. She took another step closer, until she was standing right in front of his seat, her face tilted up to his, her eyes holding his.
“He will see you, Tyler, as a tool; a very, very useful one,” Vanessa said, her voice clearly dripping with hate. “Because you have something that he needs more than anything in the world, something that only you can give.”
“What?” he asked, his voice only a whisper.
She knelt before him, the movement looking staged, almost theatre-like. The fabric of her dress had now parted, allowing her thighs to be seen. She then took his fists in her hands, the grip anything but gentle, anything but comforting, yet commanding still.
“Her past,” Vanessa breathed, her ga
