FORSYTHIA’S POV
“Mak, I guess—”
“You used me,” Mak concluded.
As I furrowed my brows, he let out a dry laugh. “You're good, but I don't like being taken advantage of either.”
This time, I shrugged. “You have a weakness, and you hope it won't be exploited? That's an illusion.”
Mak’s gray eyes fixed on me—serious, intense. A sly smile crept onto his lips. “To be completely honest, I am both satisfied and furious after what just happened.”
“Then we—”
“No, you. You will stay here and do whatever the hell it is you do. You will also be the one to go to Silver Fang and carry out all your plans. I have no interest in being something you can use anymore.” With that, he grabbed the rope above him. Using the rope as a pivot, his powerful legs kicked off the rock face, and in just a few incred
