My entire existence had narrowed down to the sliver of space between the door slats, my eyes fixed hungrily on the retreating figure of Kristinav Johnson. Every curve of her body, silhouetted against the stark tile of the master bath, seemed to pulse with a cold, untouchable elegance.
"You really need to stop talking nonsense, you little brat," Kristinav’s voice drifted back, sharp and clinical, cutting through the heavy, humid air of the suite. "Why on earth would I be interested in a man like him? If it weren't for our mutual necessity to dismantle that woman’s influence, our paths would never have crossed in a million years. He’s a tool, Eva. Nothing more."
With that final, freezing dismissal, she stepped fully into the bathroom. I watched the door swing shut, the click of the latch s
