“If you think I’m like the man you met at that bar, nail my hand to the wall behind me and be done with it. I’m giving you the only free shot you’ll ever get at me. Because if you let me walk away from here untouched, Verena…” he continued, his voice lowering further, “You’re never getting rid of me after that. I’ll take what I want.”

Jeon already knew she wouldn't do it.

It didn’t take much intelligence to understand why. Hunter and Corsi had just signed an agreement important enough for Verena to sit through the negotiations herself.

She wasn’t going to ruin that over him.

He also knew that if that reason didn’t exist, a blade would’ve already torn across his skin by now.

Because he had the upper hand, he pushed her buttons, and he enjoyed every single second of it. He watched her face closely. Her expression stayed frozen, but damn that coldness only made her look more dangerous, more painfully stunning.