“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“We killed someone.”
“Youkilled someone.” I squeezed her wrist.
“You disposed of him.” She swallowed. “You’re complicit.”
“I am.”
“Yet you don’t regard our situation with any sort of haste.”
“Mistakes are made swiftly if you’re not careful.”
She only continued her glare, twisting her wrist in vain.
“What were you thinking?” I stood from my seat.
“What do you mean?”
“You stuck a letter opener in a man’s throat. What were you thinking?” I lowered my voice, closing the distance between us. “If you were thinking at all, that is.”
She didn’t answer me, which was an answer in itself.
“Petronille.” I backed her against the table. “What would you do if I told you?”
“For my safety, I want to know all the information.”
“I think you like it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I smirked, placing my hands on her waist, letting one drift down over her hip. “Does it excite you, thinking about what I did? Whatwedid?”
“No.”
I could practically feel the heat coming from her blush. Those supple cheeks were so expressive, so telling.
“Do you ever wonder,” I began, gently bunching her skirts, “if I’m capable of doing something to you,Petre?”
The sound of a less formal name made her straighten her posture, leaning back on the table slightly.
I lowered my face beside her ear. “Would it get you hot knowing what I would do for a sweet thing like you? To know someone is hidden away, deep in the ground, because you cut the fox’s tail and sent your hound tochase?”
“No, it doesn’t!” she hissed, but her darting eyes couldn’t give me any confirmation that her words were true.
Under her skirts, her silk stocking caught slightly on the scars of my worn hands; such a lovely fabric was nearly as soft as she was. Her thighs were trembling. They were also incredibly warm to the touch.
I felt between her legs.Wet.
I chuckled in her ear. “What did we say about denial?”
“Get off me!” She shoved my chest hard.
I threw her back, pinning her to the table, the plates and cutlery chiming together as the tablecloth dragged.
“You know very well whichwordI respond to.” I towered over her, leaving a gentle kiss on her collarbone. “I’m well trained.”
“Thehellyou are,” she bit out.
