Nathaniel didn't answer her. He couldn't. His jaw tensed and relaxed in a cycle that betrayed the war brewing inside him. Though he kept his face blank, Riya could see the shift in his expression, the tension tightening around him like a noose.
He lifted his glass and took another deep swig.
Riya's eyes glinted with satisfaction. A thrill rushed through her, sending a chill of excitement down her spine. 'He took the sip,' she thought. 'Soon, you'll be mine. Once you wake up next to me, there'll be no turning back. You'll have no choice but to take responsibility.'
And Zara?
She would be nothing but a bitter memory. Tossed aside. Forgotten.
Riya's lips curled slightly as she brought her cocktail to her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of victory.
