Nathan Lockwood had to consider himself lucky that she had feelings for them.
Otherwise, she could have just ignored whether any of them lived or died.
Why did she have to be with them? She could have flipped the whole table and said she refused to play this kind of game.
But Zoe Pierce's heart had softened. She had asked.
She asked if this was what they wanted.
Her feelings for them had become the leverage he held over her.
She didn't want to lose them, just as they didn't want to lose her.
Nathan Lockwood's hand finally dared to caress her cheek. Her skin, as soft as a baby's, slowly transmitted its warmth.
"Zoe."
"Then who do you want to be the first one to be with you?" Nathan Lockwood asked in a low voice, posing another sharp question.
'Who was it.'
'Who held the first place in your heart.'
A month. Jealousy would warp a person, but the fine wine brewed while waiting would also fill one with immense anticipation.
