Chapter 166 - Luciano POV
"Stop those stupid assassination attempts."
The voice is unmistakable. Sharp, quiet, and brimming with violence held on a leash. I turn, already knowing who I'll see.
Daphne.
She stands there in the corridor like a black swan in a sea of grey marble—graceful, dangerous, composed. Her eyes are cold. Not the hysterical fire I expected. This is worse. Much worse.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I reply smoothly, slipping my hands into my pockets. "Many people dislike those who float around pretending to be more than they are. Could be anyone trying to knock you down a peg."
I smile mildly.
"I'm sure you noticed that earlier."
Her mouth tightens. "I'm sure you had no hand in it," she says dryly.
"What can I say?" I sigh. "We simply share the same views. You could still pack the suit, don a wedding dress. It's not too late, little sister."
"I'd rather die."
"That's also fine by me," I say, my smile widening.
She doesn't flinch.
