Evelyn sat on the sofa, staring at Valerio who was squatting in front of her, treating the split on her lips.
"Can you untie me now?"
He still had her wrists and ankles tied, and she couldn't move or do anything.
"No," he responded.
"What do you mean, no?" She frowned at him. "I already came here willingly with you, what more do you want?"
"What more do I want?"
He looked into her eyes.
"You're telling me that if I untie you right this moment, you wouldn't run from me? You wouldn't seek an opportunity to escape me? I mean, Zayne Mancini is no longer in my hands, so I can't kill him even if I want to. Therefore you have no reason to keep being a good girl." He chuckled. "I'm not stupid, Eve. You need to do better."
Evelyn's hands balled into fists behind her back and she grunted, annoyed. "My arms hurt, you know. And my wrists are bruised. Are you going to keep leaving me like this?"
