As soon as Luna spoke, Corbin Crowley's silver eyes instantly froze, the violent aura he'd exuded suddenly suppressed.
His brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly, his voice cold: "You dare to cancel?"
Luna Sutton arched her eyebrow, retorting without any sign of weakness: "Try me and see if I dare or not."
Corbin's face darkened, lips pressed into a hard line, clearly struggling to contain his anger.
But the thought of those irresistible delicacies made him swallow his fury by force, huffing coldly: "Fine, you win."
She could hardly deny it. After clawing her way through the apocalypse, being ruthless was the only way to survive—otherwise, she'd be long dead.
If this bastard kept making trouble every time, how would she ever get her tasks done?
You have to strike where it hurts.
Rhys Blackwood watched the whole scene, a barely noticeable smile flickering across his cold, angular face.
He spoke calmly: "Shall we continue?"
