Chapter 92 The Ties That Strangle

• Gabrielle leaned back in the high-backed chair, her red lips curled into an amused smirk. The private lounge Nathaniel had chosen was luxurious, but secluded, exactly how she liked it. She sipped her wine, her sharp eyes scanning him.
• “You of all people should understand power plays,” she mused, swirling the glass between her fingers.
• Across from her, Nathaniel tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Oh, I understand them perfectly,” he said, voice smooth as silk.