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Laying a tender, barely-there kiss atop the girlâs hand, his steely gaze flickered up, catching that momentary discomfort on her features. It wasnât anything new to him. As soon as anyone heard their last name he could observe the blood draining from the vessels lining their faces. It was almost laughable. He placed his glass in front of a member of his entourage, wordlessly demanding a refill.Â
âIf youâre interested,â he began, relaxing back in his seat. âWeâre having a little card game later. Not often we extend our invitation to outsiders, but since you have nothing better to do,â he continued, the last few words rising like what couldâve been a demand more than a question. A misleadingly warm smile pulled at his mouth. âStakes are high, lots of champagne. Equal footing. All that good stuff.â
ana gave him a small, shy smile as he kissed her hand. sheâd hoped that she hadnât offended him or anything. he seemed nice enough so far. and she hadnât really known much about what her father had been involved in. she shouldnât assume that he was sketchy. she forced herself to relax again as one of his people got up to get him a refill.
she tilted her head. âwhat kind of card game?â she asked curiously. she wondered if it had been her imagination when she heard the demanding undertones to his words. she allowed her smile to widen - a little more genuine than a few moments ago - as she nodded. âwell i suppose it would be rude to turn down such a nice offer.â











