Chapter 95 The Proposition

• The light was out of the moment, soft shining, a mix of warm and cold, in both pleasant and horrifying meanings. I could feel her eyes on me from across the table, watching my every move, measuring my reactions. Her presence was magnetic, and despite every rational thought, I was pulled toward her, almost as if I didn’t have a choice.
• Ethan," she purred, "sweet and deliciously deceptive, with a dangerous undertone. “You’ve got ambition, and it’s wasted on that… loyalty of yours. Don’t you think it’s time for something more?”
• I fixated on her gaze and consciously did not give way to the allure of her suggestion. And what do you have to show for it, Vanessa? I inquired, endeavouring to keep my voice as even as I could. But inside, my curiosity simmered.