The most exciting part of the evening had finally arrived for Phei, and no amount of dignity could hide it.
From the moment they left the cliff mansion, everyone in the limousine could tell:
Phei was trying, truly trying, to sit there with languid elegance expected of a young master but excitement leaked from him anyway.
It glimmered in his eyes and lived in the restless tap of his fingers against his knee; from the way he kept looking out the window at Hell's Paradise Island as though the night itself had become a road leading to childhood's first miracle.
The boy was practically vibrating. If anticipation had produced sound, the entire car would have been humming like an overworked holy artifact.
Naturally, his women showed mercy.
Which was to say, none whatsoever.
Maddie noticed first and then weaponized it with the bright moral corruption. She leaned back against the seat, arms folded beneath her chest, eyes glittering with wicked delight.
