She gave a quick snort of derision and rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Sure. They have done a bang-up job so far.”
“Why do you say that?” Her spirit was coming back, and I loved it. I liked the fighting side of her. The vulnerable side reached inside my soul and brought out the part of me that wanted to protect and cherish her. It was harder to deal with than the possessive caveman side of me that wanted to claim the spirited side of her as mine. It was more animalistic and raw hunger. That I could deal with.
“I don’t get it. This weird control you seem to have over me that relaxes me around you. I should be spitting mad and terrified.”
I nodded. “Most people would be.”
“Exactly.” She got up to pace the warn parquet wood floors in front of the couch. “It’s confusing. You basically told me you kidnapped me as payment for my uncle’s debt. I want to hate you!”
She dragged her fingers through her hair, and I watch as she wore herself out. She would need more sleep tonight to combat the headaches and adrenaline spikes.
I reached into my pocket and shot a quick text from my burner phone to Donovan to stop and get some regular Tylenol and night time to help her sleep and some Ginger Ale. She didn’t need caffeine to keep her up, and hopefully the ginger would help with her headaches as well. She needed a good night’s rest.
“Okay.” She turned to me with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face, like she had just figured everything out.
I hadn’t been paying attention to what she said as she paced, so I shrugged and stood up in front of her. “Okay what?”
“I will cooperate. I won’t try to run, or try to get help, but I want a room of my own.”
“You stay with me, Zoey. If I have to tie you to the bed and put a gag in your mouth, I will.”
“I hate you,” she hissed the words at me. They were words I’d heard from many people over the years, and they never bothered me before.
I leaned down and clasped her jaw in my hand, forcing her body against mine as I wrapped my arm around her. Fire leapt in her eyes and surged through my dick. Fuck. I wanted her.
“Liar,” I rasped out before leading her back toward the master bedroom.
Chapter 16
Zoey
Istruggled againsthis hold, but it was pointless. He was too big, too strong, and to be honest, I wasn’t giving it my all. He was right. I was lying when I said I hated him.
I wanted to hate him, but I didn’t. Mostly, I just wanted answers he wasn’t giving me and to be left alone, also something he wasn’t giving me. I wanted my freedom—from him, from my uncle and this stupid life I was forced into. I was so close to getting out of it, and I felt like it all had just got yanked away from me.
Killian led me past the kitchen and into the largest room. The two duffels that I had seen them packing up at my house were on the covered bed, and beside that were two more duffels also filled. Killian nudged me down onto the bed and reached for the duffel closest to him and the side pocket.
