Grant

“So…” I said, tilting toward her, my voice low. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

Aria’s brows lifted like I’d just told her I invented gravity. “A reward?” she repeated, lips twitching. “For what, exactly?”

I let a lazy, lopsided smile slide across my face. “I mean, apparently I’m one of the good ones. That’s gotta count for something.”

Her eyes glittered, amused. “Right. A well-deserving bastard.” The words rolled off her tongue like a caress ...