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Testing the Waters

작가: Toria writes
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-09-29 10:29:11

Darla's POV

For an instant, the air between us tensed, a dangerous pull that made me wonder what I was doing playing this game.

So I did what I always do when the tension cinched in too tight, I redirected. Slanted it just a little to see what cracks I could find.

I set my glass down on the table and leaned forward, chin in hand, gazing at him through half-lowered lashes. "Come on, Sam. Tell me something. Why aren't you and Xavier in business anymore?"

His smile didn't falter, but for a moment, something danced in his eyes. He swirled the dregs of his wine, delaying.

"Ah," he finally said, with a soft laughter that did not reach his eyes.

"To the jugular, Darla. I should have suspected."

I returned his gaze, unflinching. "I like answers better than games."

"Amusing," he breathed, his voice now laced, "so do I."

He set his glass down with a soft clink, leaning forward, never breaking eye contact. "But some answers. carry prices."

I didn't flinch, even though my heart rate accelerated.
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