Adrian didn't even look up from what he was cooking, his expression a mask of flawless, detached calm.
"I have no idea what you mean, Selena. Perhaps she simply developed a conscience. Or maybe she just realized perjury carries a hefty prison sentence and had a change of mind."
I stared at him, entirely unconvinced.
"Adrian, I'm serious. No matter what happened, I hope you didn't go overboard for me. No matter how much I despise the people who tried to ruin me, violence isn't the answer. I don't want blood on our hands."
At that, Adrian finally looked up. A slow, incredibly handsome, and faintly wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned back against the counter and chuckled.
"Violence? Do I really look like a violent man to you, sweetheart?"
I simply raised an eyebrow,
