I caught a glimpse of the last few images as he swiped through them.
It surprised me.
I didn’t look like his prey.
I looked like his equal.
“I see what you mean,” Blaidd murmured as the girls began to leave the room.
“I’m always right,” Natasha said, reaching for the railing.
“Leave them,” Blaidd said without looking away from his phone.
Natasha winked at me as she left.
If only she knew the entire story.
Chapter 43
Blaidd
She tried to move away from me, but I snagged her wrist. The bedroom door clicked shut as Natasha left. I could see why she was so highly recommended.
Her eyes flicked up when I didn’t release her.
It gave me an idea for later. She’d never kneel on her hands and knees in front of my bedroom window.
Mate, Fenrir purred—and I agreed with him.
Word would spread now that David knew. Whoever followed me—or Lielit—would know. Rather than hide her away, I would let her shine. For the first time, I would allow the paparazzi to take photos.
I pulled a thick, ornate diamond bracelet from my pocket and fastened it around her wrist. It had cost a small fortune, as had her dress, but it elevated her status above the crowd.
“Why don’t you stamp my forehead and get it over with?” she muttered.
My gaze dropped to the scarf concealing our mark. Her dress was strapless, the neckline daring, but the strategic sweep of silk hid her breasts. The diamonds sparkled—but it was the natural glow of her almond-toned skin that set the dress alight.
“If I could shackle you to my bed day and night, I would,” I murmured, releasing her wrist.
“That wouldn’t work out for you,” she said, a sly smirk tugging at her mouth.
“No, it wouldn’t,” I agreed quietly.“But I might consider it for a few hours tonight.”
I leaned close enough to hear her heartbeat quicken.
“We’ll go through the list of people who’ll approach us—and those who can help promote your business,” I said, lifting my elbow until she reluctantly placed her fingers on my arm.
Her flicker of surprise gave way to suspicion.
I couldn’t blame her. I’d sabotaged her fledgling company myself.
Tonight, I would observe—and condemn—anyone who looked at Lielit the wrong way. I would make examples of them. Not through death, but through a thousand precise cuts of public humiliation.
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“Try smiling,” Lielit suggested as she lifted her hand and waved to the crowd.
I immediately heard my name being murmured by the photographers before a flurry of camera flashes erupted.
