"Let's continue this later. I'm sure we can change your mind," Liliana said, leaning in close, her breath brushing against him.
He stood still, expression cold and distant, as if her words hadn't even registered.
For a split second, her playful smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of frustration. But she quickly regained her composure, assuming he was simply playing hard to get. After all, only a few could resist their beauty.
What she didn't realize was that to get any reaction from him, she'd need the most powerful love magic in existence. There were two types of people immune to a woman's charm: those with iron wills, and then there was Reign.
She turned to Draven with a smirk. "How about you, old man? I wouldn't mind if you joined too."
"I'm too old for you," he shook his head.
"You're kidding, right? You're only a couple of thousand years older," she teased.
"Yeah, still older,"
