Harris lifts a shoulder. “Fear is a good motivator for humans.”
Ugh. He sounds so much like Jonathan. Machiavellian, with few to no morals, and cold. No wonder he likes working for him.
“And, Miss…” He finally looks at me. He actually has beautiful blue eyes behind those glasses.
“Aurora’s fine.”
“Quit distracting him, Aurora.”
“W-what?”
“He’s been making a lot of useless stops, like the one today, since you came into his life. I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like it?” He sounds like he’s Jonathan’s wife.
“Yes. It takes away from his efficiency.”
“Well, maybe he shouldn’t be such a robot. And that applies to you, too, Harris. Loosen up.”
“I am loosened up.”
“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?”
“What’s wrong with my face?” He seems genuinely offended.
“Emotions. Ever heard of them? Or did Jonathan confiscate them with your smile?”
“I can smile.” He shows me a menacing one.
I burst out laughing and he frowns, bemusement written all over his features.
For a moment, I forget about the past and insert myself in the present.
Because right now? I’m in the mood for a duel.
27
Jonathan
My gaze follows Aurora as she practically flees the scene.
She didn’t stop and search for her wingman, Black Belt, which means she’s more agitated than she shows.
And it’s all because of the bastard sitting across from me, eating as if he didn’t bring up what he shouldn’t have.
Not in front of her.
Not in front of anyone.
Aurora might act strong and aloof, but the memory of Alicia burns her. I don’t miss how she sneaks into her room any chance she gets. Alicia’s death is a reminder of the darkest day of her life. She doesn’t need to be hit with the reminder that she also looks so much like her.
So what if she does? They’re nothing alike.
Ethan will pay for bringing up the past and causing her to leave.
“I heard you’re acquiring a horse.” I lift the spoon to my mouth and take my time to savour the food.
The fact that I threw a bone in there is enough to get his attention. Ethan slows his chewing and glares at me.