Morana's Point Of View
"I can even take you against my car right now, Morana."
Heat crawled up my spine at the sheer audacity of his words.
My heart pounded, but I refused to let him see any reaction. I squared my shoulders, my jaw tightening as I met his predatory gaze.
"You wouldn't dare," I challenged.
Nikolai chuckled, tilting his head as his grip on my wrist loosened but only slightly.
"Try me," he said, his voice thick with amusement.
I stared at him, searching for even a flicker of hesitation in his expression. But Nikolai was unreadable, cold, calculated, and impossibly composed, as if he had all the time in the world to toy with me.
A slow smirk curled on my lips. Fine, if he wanted to play games, I could play too.
I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a soft murmur, "You talk a big game, Nikolai, but I wonder—" My fingers trailed up his forearm, light and teasing, just to test him. "Is it all just talk?"
His smirk deepened, but his eyes darkened.
