Chapter 53 What Price Are You Willing To Pay?

• He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing between his fingers as his eyes stayed locked on me. That faint, mocking smile on his lips made my pulse spike.
• “So,” he said quietly, voice smooth but laced with something sharp, “what price are you willing to pay for this, Rae?”
• My breath hitched. The words stung more than I wanted to admit. I opened my mouth, desperate to speak—to say anything—but nothing came out.