Chapter 206: The Game
Elias said it with a smile, but Victoria Frost had not survived this long by trusting smiles.
Her eyes narrowed by the smallest degree.
There it was.
Not fear. Not petulance. Not the fragile obedience he had been feeding her since the day he entered Giselle's life.
Resistance.
Before this, Elias had never shown Victoria this side of himself. Around her, he had been pliant and pretty, a tame thing with lowered lashes, the kind of boy who seemed made to sit under a powerful woman's hand and accept whatever shape she wanted to press into him. She could tease him, test him, threaten him, pull him into her lap, and he would only look up with those damp, harmless eyes.
Now the cat had claws again.
Victoria watched him for a moment, then laughed softly.
She did not look troubled. If anything, interest warmed her expression. An old hunter, bored with predictable prey, had finally seen something worth aiming at.
"Should I take that as a refusal?" she asked.
