Chapter 17
- Aysel’s POV
- I watched him glance at the takeout menu with that faint look of disdain, and my mind immediately started calculating. “Maybe I could hire a personal cook” —give them twenty thousand a month—and still make a little cut for myself as middlewoman. Easy.
- “Not interested,” Magnus said flatly, cutting me off before I could even finish my thought. “I don’t like strangers in my space.”