Chapter 17 An Insult

• Lily’s stomach dropped. She blinked, processing what he had just said, and for a split second, the room seemed to freeze. Was this guy serious? She was the prise?
• Her mouth fell open, and she looked at Giovanni, expecting him to shut this whole thing down. Surely, he wouldn’t allow her to be wagered like some kind of trophy in one of his mobster games.
• Giovanni’s expression, however, remained unreadable. His dark eyes flickered to Dimitri, then back to her.