C18 A Banquet Of Deception

The weight of Pablo’s presence settled over the hall like a noose tightening around Talana’s neck. Her body was coiled, as rage inside her, was tempered only by the need to play the game.

Massimo’s grip on her waist tightened. “Talana, I don’t like this. He shouldn’t be here.”

“No, he shouldn’t,” she agreed, her gaze locked on the man who had betrayed her. “But we’re not going to react