~LAYLA~
Axel's eyes narrowed in thought, but before he could answer, I shook my head, answering my own question.
"No," My voice dropped to a whisper as I considered what I had said. "If we send him anything, he'll know we found him. He'll burn the serve and go underground again."
Axel smiled, and this time there was no arrogance in it, only pure admiration. "Exactly. If we poke the bear, he moves. If we stay quiet..."
"...he keeps thinking he's the predator," I finished, feeling a cold satisfaction settling in my chest. "We don't send him a gift, Axel. In fact, we don't send him anything or set any trap. We just let him think he's winning. And then, when he makes his move..."
"We'll be waiting," Axel finished. He leaned down, brushing his lips against my temple. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Mrs. Layla Huntington O'Brien."
