How To Be A Mistress
He reached out, his gloved hand tilting my chin upward.
I wanted to bite his fingers off. I wanted to scream every curse word I had learned in the Iron Roots. But I stayed still. I let him see the “fire.”
“Ang apoy ang tanging bagay na libre sa mundong ito, Sir,” I replied, my Tagalog sharp and cold.
Julian smirked, a dark, twisted expression that promised both salvation and ruin. “Fire is dangerous if you don’t know how to control it. But in the right house… it can be a masterpiece.”
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