Leonardo raised a brow. "What did you say?"
"I said you're cold like ice cream… but without the sweetness," she mumbled, looking out the window.
Leonardo leaned back in his seat. "Maybe I should've burned the unicorn instead."
"Villain!" she snapped, turning to glare at him. "You kidnapped me from my bed!"
"You were snoring when I entered."
"I don't snore!"
"Yes, you do. Loudly."
"You're evil! I'll report you to your own guards!"
"I pay them. Good luck with that."
She puffed her cheeks and turned her face away.
As the sleek black car pulled up to the entrance of Bar 1989, Isabella's eyes widened behind the window. The outside was modern and minimal, but the glowing red signage gave off an intense vibe.
Leonardo stepped out first, adjusting his watch with effortless authority. The moment his foot hit the pavement, the atmosphere changed.
