Caelian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, looking way too entertained for someone who had just eavesdropped on a very personal conversation.
Why does he always sneak up like that?
He pushed off the frame, walking toward us. “I have to say, I never thought I’d see the day someone tried to outmaneuver Nico Baldocchi in a game of control.” His gaze flicked to me, considering. “But it might just work.”
Teresa’s eyes narrowed. “Who the f**k are you?”
“Caelian Rizza. Nico’s right hand,” Caelian’s lips twitched in amusement as he inclined his head slightly “Apologies for overhearing, but your conversation was…hard to ignore.”
“Well, enjoyed the show, did you?” Teresa huffed, crossing her arms.
“Immensely,” Caelian smirked.
“Great. Another smug bastard,” she rolled her eyes.
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