Love In Revenge
“She’s clearly under stress.”
I swallowed, my chest tight. Rejected again.
Unnoticed, a small black lens near the corner of the ceiling blinked once—silent, watching.
Somewhere else, Rowan leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the paused footage.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
“So,” his assistant said lightly, folding his arms, “is she afraid of needles… or the name she heard?”
Rowan didn’t answer at first.