Chapter 78
- Delilah tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes beneath the mask. "Do I look like I’m in need of money?" Her voice was low, carrying a sharp edge that made Michael’s throat go dry.
- "No… no," Michael quickly replied, his words stumbling over one another. "I’m just saying… just in case."
- Delilah’s silence unsettled him, her firm gaze slicing through his pathetic