Please Me!

Ella arched an eyebrow. "Knowing you, if you wanted to say something, you would. Or if you needed me to make a sacrifice, you'd demand it. But I won't give in so easily."

 

"Does that mean your son isn't important to you anymore?" Mason studied her closely.

 

Years had passed, yet this woman remained as composed as ever. Not a trace of panic crossed her face, even for Elias' sake. Perhaps it was just another mask of hers.

 

Ella looked much the same, though a faint weariness lingered in her features. Her face had filled out slightly, giving her a more refined and regal beauty—cool, poised, and alluring.

 

Such a woman, Mason thought, was even more captivating now than in her youth.