Bianca's POV
The phone buzzed against the nightstand, and I already knew who it would be before I answered.
"What do you want now, Benedict?"
His voice slid through the speaker like silk over a blade. "I'm enjoying this little game of yours. But are you certain I'm the opponent you want? You know exactly how far I'm willing to sink."
I rubbed my temples and stared out the window at the gravel walkways that snaked through the estate grounds like pale scars.
"I have no idea what twisted fantasy you're spinning now."
Silence stretched between us, heavy and deliberate. When he finally spoke, his tone carried that familiar edge of satisfaction.
"Your amateur assassin was careless enough to leave a calling card at the crash site."
My fingers froze against my temple.
"Were you hoping I'd be discovered?" he continued with that infuriating calm. "You must realize how that scenario would have concluded, regardless of the outcome."
