CZAR

Eiran rolled his eyes. He was annoyed that I escaped his mind games. He has to do better than that. He cannot beat me. Not when it was I who taught him everything he knew.

“Don’t act so butt hurt, Eiran,” I smirked.

“You really trust your wife?” It sounded like he was struggling with each mention of my wife’s name.

My brow inched upward. “I don’t trust anyone, Eiran. I only trust you and myself.”

“Those who seem clueless are the ones who hide the most bullets.”

I ...