Under the heiress facade

Tyler answered, "Yeah."

Hera narrowed her eyes.

"You're the Grandmaster of Astral Nova?"

He put a finger to his lips to shush her and said cryptically, "That's a dangerous question to ask. It could get us into deadly trouble."

She frowned. She knew Astral Nova was a powerful and mysterious organization, but she never thought it would be so dangerous that she would run into deadly trouble if she asked about it. Then again, Tyler might not be lying if Astral Nova was so powerful that even the four influential families would bow to it.

And to think, Hera had unknowingly flirted with death when she repeatedly attacked Astral Nova's firewall the last time.

"The organization's inner workings can be highly political at times, but you can dig up any information you want through its network within minutes. So, how about it?" Tyler probed.

He was still smiling, his gaze beguiling and full of lethal charm. With a face like his, he could make anyone say yes.

Hera stared at him and asked, "So this is the third condition?"

briefly flashed across Tyler's eyes, but Hera saw it anyway. She

be playing her for a fool and trying to trick her into giving up personal

been adopted by the Presgrave family to be trained and appointed as heir. "No, thanks. You said it

to join such a dangerous organization? It's too much for a

had been threatened at needlepoint by her not hours

she might need a

turn down the offer just yet. Go

out his

number, and we'll talk

down on her rejection when he added, "Besides, you should have a backup plan in case

looked up at the roguish man before her. She wondered about his identity and how he

Tyler's phone screen dimmed from

on, give me your number. Maybe one of these days, you'll learn that

the worksheet on his computer in

Samson knocked on