Chapter 79
Azalea leaned back in her chair, her posture elegant, her eyes sharp as ever. She had said little since returning from the kitchen, allowing the men to engage in conversation, and she was also surprised that Federico had let his brothers join them in the gazebo. But Federico could feel it; her silence wasn’t born of passivity. It was calculated. Watching. Measuring.
Bennett shifted slightly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve before taking a sip of his drink. “Federico,” he said casually, though his tone held a certain curiosity. “This game tomorrow, what exactly did you have in mind?”
Federico smiled faintly, lifting his glass before answering. “Something simple. A test of reflex and focus. Nothing too exhausting. I thought it might be… refreshing for both of us.”
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