But when she pushed the door open, he was there.
Perched on the edge of her sofa, Williams sat with one leg crossed over the other. He held one of her books in his hand, fingers stroking the spine in idle, taunting strokes. His eyes flicked up.
"How did you find me?"
Williams closed the book with a soft thud. "The same way I found you the first time," he said smoothly. "You called."
"Looks like you changed your mind," he added.
"I want everything you promised," she said. "All of it."
Williams leaned back on the sofa, his posture lazy. He spread his arms along the backrest.
"Well, then," he murmured, slow as dripping honey, dangerous as poison. His smile widened. "Let the games begin."
"This is not a game, Williams. I changed my mind about helping you, yes—but let us get this straight. All I want is the king."
