Seraphina Quinn saw a clear, predatory look in Elias Sommers's eyes—the kind of silent suggestion a man makes to a woman.
Seraphina Quinn realized that this time, Elias Sommers wasn't joking.
'But… I really have no way out.'
Her younger uncle, Wyatt Quinn, and her son, Genevieve Fairchild, were both in Donovan Fairchild's hands.
If she wanted to stay in Kingsland, she couldn't think of a better way than to depend on Elias Sommers.
But she had no romantic feelings for Elias Sommers.
'So how could I willingly…'
"I… I'm not ready yet," Seraphina Quinn said, speaking her mind honestly. "Could you give me some time to adjust?"
Elias Sommers clenched the cigarette butt between his teeth and took a deep drag, then blew a thick cloud of smoke in her face. With a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, he said, "Not ready? Then why the fuck did you come looking for me?"
Seraphina Quinn pressed her lips together. "I'm sorry. I… I just had nowhere else to turn, so I had to… borrow your name…"
