Cassian’s face didn’t change. He kept smiling at me.

“Then consider me your first investor. Hold on to my money for now.”

I didn’t say anything. But deep down, I knew—if I wanted to escape Ronan Voss’s control, I’d need money. And right now, that five million dollars might be my only ticket to freedom. So I slipped the card into my pocket.

“How about now?” he asked. “Are you starting to like me?”

I shook my head firmly. “No.”

But then I smiled—sweetly, ...