“Liora.”

Devandra’s voice was heavy, cold, slicing through the private meeting room on the top floor of the luxury hotel.

Liora turned slowly, her body tensing. She had known this meeting would come sooner or later.

“What is it?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay calm.

Devandra stepped closer, dressed in a flawless black suit. His smile was thin, but his eyes stalked her like a predator. “I just want to make sure of something. Your loyalty.”

Liora clenched her teeth. “Loyalty? I’ve done everything you asked. I went on media appearances, answered those ridiculous questions, let people speculate about me and Arga. What more do you want?”

Devandra...