Enrico was a man driven by power and control, a man who saw the world in terms of strength and weakness, advantage and disadvantage. If she was going to get through to him, she would have to speak his language, she would have to find a way to make letting her go seem like the stronger, smarter move.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and turned back to face him. “You really think keeping me here is going to make you stronger?” she asked, her voice calm but with a hint of challenge. “You think holding onto me against my will is going to prove something to Angelo or to anyone else? All it’s going to do is show them that you’re afraid. That you’re afraid of losing control, afraid of admitting that you can’t force someone to be what you want them to be.”
Enrico’s eyes flashed
