Читать книгу From Dirt to Diamonds - Julia James - Страница 2

Dark, hard eyes looked down at her. Thea pulled back against the stone wall.

Shock. Panic. Fear ran through her. And—far more powerful than any of those—loathing. Black, virulent loathing.

Something moved in his eyes. Then he spoke.

‘Still the street rat,’ said Angelos Petrakos.

Her eyes narrowed like a cat’s.

‘Upstairs,’ he said. His voice was terse.

She raised delicate eyebrows. ‘Whatever for?’

‘It’s in your interest,’ he said.

Nothing more. He didn’t need it. And he knew she knew that. Oh, yes, he knew she knew, all right …

Loathing flashed in her eyes, but for all that she turned and walked towards the staircase. He let her go up first, let his eyes take in the graceful line of her body.

She was casually dressed, but the dress was cashmere, and the boots the finest soft leather. She wore the outfit with an elegance that might have been natural but which he knew was not.

It was all only an illusion. And now he would be stripping the illusion from her, exposing the lie.