“Even if you checked every room, how would you know?” she hisses, twisting to pinch me hard, and I grin like an idiot because I am enjoying this well beyond reason.
“I’ll know,” I say calmly. “Your room will be filled with your scent. That damned hint of vanilla.”
I pause for a moment. “I bought the perfume you wear. I spray it on myself, on my room, even on my pillow, because it’s the closest thing to having you where you belong.”
My hold tightens slightly. “It doesn’t work the same without your skin tangled into it, but it keeps me from taking what I want and tying you to my bed every single night. For now.”
“You’re deranged.”
“Yes,” I agree mildly. “That’s hardly news.”
She exhales, irritated. “Second on the right.”
“See?” I say, a pleased smile touches my lips. “That wasn’t difficult.”
I head straight for it, shove the door open with my foot, step inside, and shut it behind us before setting her back on her feet.
My smile doesn’t fade.
I was right.
I take a deep breath in.
She spins around in an instant, arms crossed tight over her chest, fury set into every line of her gorgeous face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps. “Your psychotic behaviour is showing, and your stalking tendencies along with it. Frankly, it’s rather disturbing.”
I take a step forward.
She takes one back.
We continue like this until her spine hits the wall, and she gasps softly, as though she hadn’t fully realised how far she’d moved back.
“I came for you,” I say simply. “You can’t get rid of me, gorgeous.”
I bend down, brushing my nose along her cheek, then lower, along the side of her neck, biting lightly, caging her in with both palms against the wall.
I feel her inhale, feel the moment her composure breaks, her control slipping away despite herself.
I fucking love it, that I can undo her with so little, that the smallest touch has this effect on her.
It tells me everything. She isn’t nearly as immune to me as she wants to believe.
“Wherever you go, I follow,” I murmur. “You want to know why?”
“Why?” she whispers.
I look straight into her beautiful green eyes. I bump my nose against hers, then press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Because you’re mine,” I growl. “For life.”
Chapter 30
Octavia
I leave the room before he can say another word.
I don’t know how I manage to slip free of his hold, but somehow I do.
