Chapter 110 The Mask Slips

• I reclined in the plush armchair and kept my gaze on him as he rotated the fluid in the glass. His movements were deliberate, calculated. All of him was control, but tonight there was something else. A crack in the armor.
• “Jasmine,” he said, his voice low, almost hypnotic. “Do you ever wonder why I chose you?”
• The question startled me at first, but I played it cool. “I assume it’s because I’m good at what I do, I replied smoothly, lifting my own glass to my lips.