Chapter 89 A Perfect Shield

• Vincenzo’s expression remained impenetrable, cold, almost blank, betraying nothing but the ironclad control of someone who refused to be read.
• “Don’t worry about it,” he said, cutting the conversation short as he turned to leave.
• “Whatever you say, cretin,” Seraphina muttered under her breath. She strode to the open door and slammed it shut with a sharp thud, sealing the end of their meeting on her terms.