Chapitre 115: Something is Up: Hidden Agenda      

Cain stared at her, his jaw tightening. Felice wasn't giving him a choice, and the worst part was, she knew exactly how to manipulate the situation.

"Do you realize how impossible it'll be to walk around unnoticed?" he said, his voice low and tense.

Felice waved him off with a flick of her wrist. "Relax, we've got hats and masks, right? Besides, who's going to recognize us? It's just lunch."

Cain wasn't convinced, not for a second. He cast a wary glance at her—Felice was every bit as eye-catching as he was, if not more so.

Her flawless, pale skin seemed to catch every stray beam of light, and her tall, slender frame exuded a presence that turned heads no matter where she went. Even with a disguise, Felice couldn't walk through a crowd without being noticed.

And neither could he.