Page 212 of Reign

At all.

“Can I see them?”

“No.”

Her brows lift. “No?”

“Not yet.”

“It’s my list.”

“It’s my list for you.”

“That is the same thing.”

“It isn’t.”

“It really is.”

I bring the fork to her lips. “Open.”

She looks at the berries, then at me. “You think you can feed me through this conversation?”

“Yes. Open, Elena.”

She gives me a look that suggests she is considering several crimes.

Then she opens. I place the fork on her tongue, she takes the bite, chews, and keeps her eyes on the notepad like she can see through it.

“Luciano.”

“No.”

“I should get to see the names before breakfast is over.”

“Why?”

“Because if I choke on a berry from suspense, that will be your fault.”

I chuckle. “Do you plan to choke?”

“I plan to be dramatic until you give me the notepad.”

“At least you have a strategy.”

“It’s a good one.”

I look at the paper.

Seven names.

Elena shifts on my thigh, and my hand steadies her at the waist.

She settles against me like she’s done it a hundred times.

I turn the notepad over and slide it in front of her.

“There.”