This mission had one condition: you and Vergil had to blend in. And of course, someone thought posing as a couple was the best cover.

Now, you stood beside him at some pretentious party, his arm loosely around your waist. His jaw was tight, and his voice was a low growl near your ear.

“This is ridiculous.”

You didn’t disagree, but before you could speak, he leaned in closer, lips barely brushing your cheek.

“Play your part. Or I will walk away—and I promise, you don’t want to be left alone here.”