So she failed at her weak attempt to get free. Unsurprising. But she did attempt—and in wolf’s clothing no less. Some of the girls may get a little excited in the Dark Room, may even nip when Raife goes too far, but they never fight it. They always want it.
Hmm. No, this won’t do. This won’t do at all.
It’s one thing to walk away from a girl who’s fragile, quiet, easily frightened. Submissive, sure, but someone whowantsit all the same. How easy it would be to break her with a single squeeze. But this—there’s something too familiar about the maddening gleam sparking within her eyes now.
Something no mouse would be capable of replicating.
Unless, of course ... the mouse really is a lion after all.
The girl is hiding something. And the sick part of me is suddenly determined to be the one to discover all her secrets.
Calmly rolling up my sleeves, I turn on my heel and walk leisurely toward the door connecting the Dark Room to ours.
There’s only one way to really see who someone is, past all the bullshit. Let them have their moment of control, then pull their legs out from under them and watch them reach for you before they shatter. It’s fascinating how fast the truth spills when they’re on their knees, without them ever needing to utter a single word.
