“I don't have any control over him.”
“You know that. Tristan knows that. But to anyone standing on the outside? You don’t have control, Morana. You have something better.”
“What?”
“Influence. To anyone who’s looking at you two, it will be apparent you influence him. Which means it’s his choice. That, Morana, is going to make my father very, very upset. Because after everything he thinks he’s done, Tristan chose to let a girl influence him— that too the daughter of Vitalio. They have history.”
“Name. Say my name.”
“Mr. Caine.”
He took the skin of her neck between his teeth, tugging. “Name.”
“Tristan Caine.”
He pinched her, making her hips rock involuntarily.
“Tristan.”