Chapter 95

　　Verret's Pov

　　She sat across from me, her jaw set, her eyes burning with defiance. Every word that came out of her mouth was sharp enough to cut, but instead of wounding me, it amused me.

　　"Fiesty," I murmured, swirling the dark wine in my cup. "I ask a question, you give me a snarl. I offer you...