Blood and Dynasty
I could feel the pulse of the moment, the shift in tension, the silent challenge that neither of us had acknowledged until now.
And for once, I let him have his victory.
“Maybe later.”
Leonardo chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes lingered. “Careful, Xena. One day, I’ll make you answer your own questions.”
I smirked, retrieving my drink, settling into the chair opposite him. “Then you better be patient.”
Leonardo raised his glass, amusement still thick between us. “I’m learning.”
And with that, the war continued.
And so did we.
The night had confirmed what we needed—Giancarlo’s empire wasn’t unshakable. It was fractured.
Bab Populer