Chapter Six
“I don’t like waiting, Shania,” Stefan’s voice broke through the quiet, sharp as a blade.
I looked up, my heart giving a slight jolt. He was already seated across from me, his face unreadable but his gaze holding an edge that sent a chill through me. He hadn’t even waited for an invitation to sit, or a polite hello. Typical.
“Then why are you here?” I asked, keeping my tone as steady as I could. I’d started to learn with Stefan that any sign of weakness was a game he liked to play with.
“You’re dragging your feet,” he said simply, eyes boring into mine. “On the contract.”
I swallowed, instinctively glancing around.This was not a suitable conversation to have in public. "Now is not the right moment or setting to talk about that," I whispered, speaking quietly. He grinned, clearly taking pleasure in my uneasiness.
“You think I care where we discuss it? I came here to remind you that I don’t offer patience twice. The terms were clear, Shania. You’re running out of time to si
