Sean had once told her that Cynthia was merely the granddaughter of the Quinns, the wealthiest family in San Heith. But if that was the case, how could Cynthia have ties to the Flame Action Team? Could there be some hidden past between them?
In the lounge, Bald Eagle lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, but his eyes never left Cynthia.
Tristan narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly stood up. "Excuse me for a moment." With that, he grabbed Cynthia's hand and led her away.
"Why didn't he just go by himself?" Bald Eagle scoffed as he watched Tristan take Cynthia away. "First time I've seen such a petty man."
He flicked the wheel of his lighter, the spark catching as he lit a cigarette. A plume of white smoke curled up, veiling the dark, complex emotions in his eyes.