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Enzo's eyes locked on Tiara's, his intense gaze pinning her in place. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her cheek, and repeated, "Tell me your condition, and then it's up to me to decide if I want to agree or not." His voice was low, almost a growl, dripping with authority that made Tiara's heart race.
Tiara felt her resolve weakening. She knew that if she didn't voice her thoughts now, she might lose the small bit of power she held in this precarious situation. But when she opened her mouth to speak, her voice trembled. "But that's not fair—" she began, but Enzo's finger pressed against her lips, silencing her instantly.
"Shh…" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Listen to me, Tiara. You'll get to speak, but only if you agree to tell me the condition. Do you understand?"
