“Nadine…”

Bryant’s voice lingered over her name, as if tasting the syllables for the first time.

Nadine couldn’t bring herself to meet his piercing gaze, fearing that her facade would crumble under the weight of his scrutiny. Then, Bryant chuckled a sound that sent shivers down her spine-and demanded, “Who sent you?”

It was clear to Bryant that she was a pawn, sent by someone with a hidden agenda-a play for profit, because in his world, nobody made a move without an incentive.

Nadine hadn’t expected Bryant to be so astute, to see right through her with barely a glance. Her face paled as she took a deep breath and repeated the lie she had prepared.

“I’m just here on a part-time job. Nobody sent me…”

“Miss White.”

you know who I am. Anything your backer can find on me, I can find on them. Anything they can offer you, I can match. Let’s just say, I’m known for not

no other choice but to

like Bryant could easily uncover any secret. Rather than futile resistance, she chose to bet everything

not immediately placing the name,

“Brother…”

at the bar last week.

knew Bryant

to him. Crossing him, especially using someone

astute observer, it was clear Nadine was a stand-in for someone Bryant once held

his cigarette, not acknowledging York’s input, and turned

trap without planning to see it

guessed, “Probably

by the collar

Alaric glare at her with

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