Aaron's POV
No. He shook his head. He shouldn't let her win. Only the goddess knew what kind of creature she was. But one thing he knew for sure. The woman was the trump card that he had against his brother at that moment. And he wasn't going to let it be any other way. Not until he got the answers to the questions he had about his father's death.
The young lord narrowed his eyes at the beauty, determined to destroy the trance that she had put him in. He reached out to grab her hand- the one that had been deliciously occupying him. As his fingers wrapped around her pale arm, she cocked her head to the side, batting her long eyelashes at him innocently.
"I don't know what you're trying to play here." He said, his thickened voice betraying the depth of his determination worse than his body. "But if you think that you can take advantage of me-"
