Lucas
I folded my arm across my chest, saying nothing, but I kept my eyes trained on her. With her hair pulled into a bun at the back of her head, she looked so small, so fragile.
I wanted to feel sorry for her, but I could not overlook the fact that she was her father’s little puppet, sent to play me, to manipulate me. And yet she was back here even after I’d rejected her request before.
But I could not deny the pull she had on me. It intrigued me. But I didn’t want to be involved in whatever games she was playing. I’d expected her to come crawling back, but not this quickly. Desperation looked good on her, but I wanted to be sure this was not a set up.
“I know I am right, Cily. I always am. But you can’t just waltz in here after walking away from your job, and asking for it back.” I
