Trinity's POV
After I kissed him, Rodri had given me a dead look, and simply said. “Don’t play games.”
Then he hooked his hands I under me and raised me up into his arms. I smiled indulgently, resting my head against his chest possessively. “I’m not playing games, Rodri.” I said. Which of course, was a lie.
I was a master at playing everyone necessary, in a bid to win the game of getting my best life. Even down to the little fever I had, was all a part of my game. My master plan.
He carried me through the garage and up to the elevator, ignoring my attempts to start a conversation. I gave up for now, smiling quietly to myself. Sure, I had really developed a fever as an effect of the IVF procedure I had secretly prepared and carried out on myself , but I did not use any drugs to treat i
