Gianna pulled her smartphone from her pocket, her eyes scanning the display. A violent hiss escaped her lips before she could consciously stop it.
It was another long, dramatic love message from Mason, filled with performative adoration and promises.
Gianna's jaw tightened in raw disgust. Between Noah and Mason, she honestly did not know which cousin was more utterly, pathetically love-crazed and blinded by their own ego.
She found herself desperately wishing, again, that this entire dangerous espionage game of hers would round up soon, before she completely lost her godforsaken mind playing the submissive prize.
Olive, sensing the sharp spike of distress vibrating off her frame, stepped closer. "Gianna? What's the problem? Is everything alright?"
Gianna forced a light chuckle, smoothly sliding the device back into her blazer pocket. She offered a seamless lie to ensure Olive remained entirely insulated from the crossfire of Spider's intelligence operation.
