She stared at him. "Have you thought about working with me?" He had asked her if she wanted to die. She ignored his question. If he tried to kill her, she would know.
But that was something he wouldn't do.
Disgust flashed in the prince's eyes.
"I know your secret and I presume you know about my brother's?" she asked. The man knew more than what he was willing to say.
"Are you trying to blackmail me into working with you?"
She smirked. "You can think what you want. But I want my brother to live. So… I am going to work with you. I keep your secret and you keep my brother's."
"And if I don't?"
She froze when he suddenly moved forward, decreasing the little bit of space in between them. By now, she could already see his intricate eyelashes, curled and long and as black as ink.
