Cayden POV
Winter Harrow's reputation for being barely human preceded her and did not fail to disappoint. Even Victor Kincaid would always comment on how cold she could be when she was in the mood.
However, tonight she seemed neutral. Neither hot nor cold, but simply at ease. Somehow, I knew that was more worrisome. I had accepted her invitation to meet her for dinner—I had no choice, as I was being blackmailed to comply with her and her partners' commands. Could one of them be the mastermind behind the conspiracy?
"I'm glad you decided to come," she said plainly, which, for her, I assumed was warm. "It would have been embarrassing to end up eating alone at such an illustrious establishment."
"Well, I didn't exactly have a choice, did I?" I replied with a fair amount of sarcasm.
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