Liars Like Us - Book 1: Legacy of Lies
“Danger is fashionable this season.”
Dante watched her drink. When she set the glass down, his hand hovered near hers, the space between their fingers a charged little world. “You should be careful. Fashion fades.”
“And some fashions burn,” she murmured, and the words landed like embers.
He smiled then—not warm, not indulgent, but exact—a smile that promised consequence. “Then burn smart.”
Their laughter mingled, soft and dangerous, while the ledger lay mute and deadly on the table like a sleeping thing. Between them, a game had opened that neither pretended was only about money.