Fiore met Lance’s gaze with unwavering defiance. “But understand this. I don’t plan to fall for your trickery,”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Lance said with a dismissive wave. “But I’m serious about your move. You never know when an assassin might strike while you’re asleep. At least here, you’ll have me for protection.”
Fiore scoffed. Despite his feigned concern and subtle hints of affection, she was resolute about not being deceived. His words, no matter how charming or caring-like, were just a facade. Fiore understood that giving in would mean losing.
“I’m not that weak,” Fiore's voice was steady despite the anger simmering beneath her.
Lance’s lips curled into a smirk. “You were carried easily by Dominic, weren’t you?”
The mention of Dominic made Fiore’s face flush a deep red. How h
