“Trust me, I’ve tried to get a rise out of Zahariev. I like fucking with him. He never bites.” I wasn’t sure what I would do if he ever did, honestly. We had known each other so long…would we remain friends, or would it tear us apart? Maybe I didn’t want to find out. “He will one day,” she said. “When you want him to.” My brows lowered. When I want him to?
