Crossing the Line

Cordelia settled back against the leather backrest, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. "If that's what Gideon wants, he can tell me to my face."

"You'd be smart to just play along, Cordelia," Mallory shot back, her tone dripping with provocation.

A faint smile touched Cordelia's lips. "And if I refuse?"

Mallory let out a cold scoff. "Why make things harder on yourself than they already are?"