“Fine,” she said tightly.“But I will never forget what you did, Prothero.”
I could live with that.
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The text alert dragged my gaze from her parents’house to my phone. The minions were in charge of transferring everything from the island to my home—one I’d be sharing with Lielit from tonight.
Guard 3:What do you want us to do with her clothing?
The thought of their scent on her clothes made Fenrir growl.
Me:Ask the housekeeper to put it away. I made space in my dressing room. DO NOT TOUCH HER CLOTHES.
Guard 3:Yes, sir.
I relaxed, my gaze returning to her home. She could tell her family the truth—because she would never testify against me. A small, sneaky clause I’d slipped into her cohabitation contract.
Who would believe them?
She hadn’t spoken to me—or even looked at me—the entire journey home.
I glanced at the time glowing on my phone. She’d been in there for over three hours. I couldn’t imagine talking to anyone for that long.
We were willing to wait. Tonight, she would be where she was always meant to be—in our bed.
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She didn’t walk to the car—she marched. The driver started the engine and pulled away from the kerb smoothly. I glanced at Lielit and noticed she was clutching her purse to her belly. Her hands trembled.
“Pleasant visit?”
Her head snapped around so fast her curls fell into her face.
“You’re an absolute arsehole for putting my family through that,” she snapped, shoving her hair back.
“I kept an eye on them,” I said, studying her puffy eyes.
I’d never understood tears. I’d thought I might shed one when I found out my mother had died—but nothing.
“You creepy fuck,” she muttered with a sniff.
“We discussed—”
“Yes. Yes. No abuse, verbal or physical,” she grumbled, turning to stare out the window.“Prick.”
She sighed, then glanced back at me.
“Okay. Last one. Let me get it out of my system.”
She drew a breath.
“Mother-fucking nasty psycho dick-faced little bitch.”
I chose well, Fenrir guffawed.
My fingers tightened around my phone.
“Feeling better now?” I asked dryly.
