While most fell for his new cold charms—drawn to the frost like moths to a flame that promised to freeze them solid—a few had the sense to recoil.
To reconsider.
To look at what Phei had become and think maybe I shouldn't poke that particular bear.
Or a dragon, in this scenario.
Knowing when to push and when to back the fuck off was a survival skill. Not just smart—extremely smart. The difference between thriving in Paradise and becoming a cautionary tale whispered about in Legacy common rooms.
And Amber Castellano had some of that intelligence on her Main Legacy ass.
Sorry...
Head.
She hadn't appeared before Phei to call in her price. The leverage she held—she'd collected during their brief deal—remained unclaimed. She was either smart enough to wait for the right moment, or she was holding onto her cards for a bigger play later.
Definitely the former.
