The kitchen door creaked. Chen’s shadow moved behind the rice-paper screen. Maya’s hand went to her cheongsam seam. Not for the stiletto. For the camellia he had given her — now dried, tucked like a secret.
The plan was simple: seduce, gain trust, then guide him to a private teahouse where assassins would be waiting. Maya had done this before — twice, in fact. Each time, the target died; each time, she felt less. lust caution sub indo
He looked at her — really looked. Then he said, “The mistake is thinking we can choose sides in a war. We can only choose people.” The kitchen door creaked