"You… you like me because I'm weak and reckless?" Lethia blurted, narrowing her eyes at Renar.
Renar frowned, catching a flicker of irritation across Lethia's face. "Why'd you leave the bravery part out?"
"So it is true, then. You didn't even deny it."
"Do you have to twist it like that?"
Lethia turned her gaze toward the window, her brows furrowed. She was speechless, because deep down, she knew she'd only snapped because she got flattered.
If the moment had been different, she might've giggled like some lovesick teenager.
But with the fox's sultry mission weighing over her, with her goal to take Varrel down and reclaim her ranch, this was no time for soft, swoon-worthy moments.
"Forget it. I just wanted to know your answer. Thanks for telling me." Her voice softened. She had no intention of starting a fight with Renar right now.
