His answering growl stops me. “Go ahead, kitten. Give me an excuse to spank you.”
I nearly choke on air. “You wouldn’t.”
Sin doesn’t slow when his free hand comes down on my ass.
I yelp. Not from pain, but from surprise.
He turns down another hall, and I huff, “Will you at least tell me where you’re taking me?”
A mentally sound person would probably object to his behavior. But I spent weeks getting used to his domineering, illogical outbursts.
If anything, I’m tempted to wriggle again. I can still feel the heat where he spanked me.
“Don’t you dare,” he hisses, barely above a whisper, and he picks up his pace.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“Get aroused before we fight.” He turns down a final corner and stops, looking around as if to assure himself we’re in a deserted part of the castle. Then, he sets me down and moves back a few steps.
He still looks livid.
I give him my best disgruntled expression. Mostly, it’s because I’m a bit embarrassed that he felt where my mind went.
Sure, his undamaged half of the mate bond can still feel all my emotions, but he doesn’t need to go broadcasting them.
Rude.
Sin’s hands are fisted at his sides, and I wait for him to tell me what’s wrong.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Sighing, I cross my arms. “Well? Are you going to share with the class? What’s bothering you?”
His eye twitches, and another ripple of anger courses through him. The tattoos along his arms glow a faint scarlet.
My gaze flicks over to the ink, and my brow pinches as I remember that I didn’t get any tattoos. Then again, after finally getting a better look at Lilanthara, she didn’t have any either.
Maybe there’s a magical tattoo office where you need to schedule sessions.
A loud crack snaps my attention back to the present. Sin’s jaw is still clenched, and I can’t tell if the sound came from his knuckle or if he just broke a tooth.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he finally grumbles. His eyes close for a second, like he’s praying for patience, and there’s something dangerous in his voice when he continues, “Did you just put yourself between me and a powerful, unpredictable creature?”
I gape at him. He can’t possibly be angry with me for that.
“Answer me, kitten,” he growls.
Unimpressed, I decide to take a page out of his own book. I take a step forward and try to look intimidating.
It would probably be more effective if the top of my head didn’t stop at his shoulders, but I’m committed.
“I’m not a weak mortal that needs shielding anymore. I’m immortal and pretty fucking powerful.”The words come out fierce, and I continue, letting some of my exasperation bleed into my tone, “You were literally frozen. Of course, I put myself in front of you.”
“I am a Destroyer! You donotneed to shield me,” he argues, still glowering.
“A Destroyer whose magic didn’t work against that guy. But mine did,” I fire back. “Or, at least, I think it did,” I add, since it might have been a fluke.
