Ellen’s POV
It had been more than two minutes but Ruben hadn’t answered me—not that I needed him to—because from his reaction I was almost a hundred percent certain I was right.
“That’s a bold assumption,” Ruben said, reaching for his glass again. His expression was careful—so were his movements.
I waited while he took a sip and set the glass back down. “Even if I were to agree with what you just said, what does that have to do with anything?” he asked.
“Nothing, really. All things considered, you actually helped my plan while almost ruining it as well.” I poured myself another glass.
“I almost ruined things?” Ruben asked, expectant.
“My daughter you claim so dearly to love was almost killed in the rogue attack you set up,” I said.
“Well, I wouldn’t take it to that extreme. The rogu
