Chapter 57

• She trailed her nails along the rim of the glass, meeting his gaze, "If you invited me here to stare at my face, rest assured, I do not have complaints. You can look all you want."
• He felt the need to scoff, but knowing it wasn't her fault sitting opposite him, pretty like a picture all but ready to sink her head into what she had no clue about.
• His father told him she was doing this on her own will, and seeing her now, yeah, she wasn't forced. She seemed even to demand it. Demand him.