Luc’s smile drops away. “Please. You embarrass us both.” He carves a slow circle around them, a tiger rounding on its prey. “As if I don’t keep track of all my deals. Henry Strauss, so desperate to be wanted. Sell your soul just to be loved. What a fine pair you two must make.” “Then let us have it.” A dark brow rises. “You think I mean to pull you apart? Not at all. Time will do that soon enough.”
