Diana got out of the shower and saw Michael sitting in front of the bed where he had left her clothes folded.
"I heard you accepted the offer at BlackTea," Michael said, looking into her eyes. His gaze was reproachful and full of suspicion. "You didn't have to, my father won't blame you if you didn't accept his offer like the others."
Diana wanted to laugh at that comment, Lord Tark personally invited her to the mission, knowing that it would be complicated and that she might die.
She was also sure that Samara was a spy for Lord Tark to monitor Michael's movements. And they won't tell him that she was about to die like the others.
She was getting tired of that stupid charade.
"I did not accept the proposal," she lied.
"So what are you doing here?" Michael watched her take off her towel and dress in the new clothes.
