“Well?” I demanded. “What do you want?” “What do you mean, what do I want? Your company, of course.” I knew a liar when I saw one, and the man sitting opposite me was a seasoned professional. “Spit it out, Carrion. You wouldn’t have bullied me into staying if you weren’t trying to work some kind of angle.” “Can I not just be enamored by your beauty? Can I not just want to sit and listen to the angelic tone of your voice?”
