I couldn’t tell if the odd emotion I felt was admiration or annoyance. Or some perverse mixture of both. Adriana Saint Lucent despised me enough to turn down what would have been the deal of a lifetime. She wasn’t foolish, which meant there had to be a personal reason. And that was the most dangerous kind. We held each other’s stare for an intense moment. That level of hatred was an issue I needed to investigate.
