He just wired her money. Without permission. Without asking. As if she'd already agreed. As if her resistance was just performance.
"What-" she began, eyes wide with disbelief.
But he cut her off before the shock even left her lips.
"That's for the effort," Darius said dryly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "For arguing a little. I enjoy a good verbal spar. Keeps things interesting."
He said it as though he hadn't just insulted her pride. As if the weight of that transfer didn't hang like a chain between them now.
Cassandra's fingers tightened around her phone. Her body felt like it had been doused in gasoline, and his indifference was the match.
"You-" she began again, but the fury threatened to choke her.
He tilted his head again, that infuriating smirk returning. "Don't
