“Oh, more demands?” I roll my eyes, my foot slipping. I hear a tear, the edge of my dress ripping under my toes. “I might go seehim, just to see what the issue is.” I can’t help but sneer, enjoying the feel of power—finally—over the heir and his emotions.
After weeks of being at his mercy, this is an intoxicating rush to have a way to fight back. Stoke his irritation, fan the flames of his jealousy. Maybe if he feels a small amount of what I do, my conflicting emotions will lessen.
Turning on his heel, he cages me against the wall, hands planted on either side of my head. His nails curve, black claws digging into the mortar. Only his tunic brushes against my torso, igniting a dangerous fire low in my gut.
His eyes are black, possessive as a fang slips over his lip. Swallowing, I stand taller.
“Of all the Fae in this palace, Fenrir is not the one you should taunt me with, kitten.”
Glaring, I jut out my chin.Defiant to the end.
“No? I feel like he’s exactly the one to push the boundaries you’ve set for me againstmywill.”
Smirking, his thumb rubs my bottom lip. It’s not endearing, but rough. Ownership.
“Go to him, Max.Please. It’ll give me the reason I’ve been looking for to gut him and leave his body for the vultures.” Those black orbs glint with malice. “Please.”
My mouth flaps open at the quiet venom in his words, before he pulls away, dragging me to his bedroom.
He tosses me through the threshold, glancing back to the soldiers who are trying to keep up with him. “No guards. Keep two on their doors.” He points to his siblings. Fee opens her mouth, ready to spew a few curses, but he cuts her off. “No excuses. We all know why.”
Slamming the door, he turns toward me. My torment isn’t helping his short temper but I don’t feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, I’m finding immense pleasure in this.
“So, who’s Sose?”
Kaden stills, the crackle of flames the only sound around us.
“No one.”
Iscoff. “Right. Now who’s the terrible liar?”
Huffing, the heir shoves his hands into his pockets. “Follow me.”
I have little choice being confined to the three large rooms. When he passes, I inhale, a subconscious act, breathing in his smoky campfire scent that seems to surround him even now. My heart constricts with pain and longing so intense, I’m ready to fall to my knees.
Stumbling into the bedroom, I see him pulling clothing from the large ornate dresser. He doesn’t look at me.
“Here,” he barks, throwing me a shirt over his shoulder. The soft material flutters to the ground before I can catch it, brow furrowed.
Dumbly, I stare. A shirt? He expects me to wearhisshirt?
“You’re not serious.”
Raising an eyebrow, he glances to me, pointing to the discarded rag. “Deadly.”
“I’m not staying here. Not with you.”Not in his clothing.
Crossing his arms, I see a glimmer of his arrogance shining through, battling his foul move. “No? Then where would you stay, Max?”
“Maybe Fenrir is up for sharing?”
He growls, and it snakes around the room like a wolf looking for prey. My heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through my veins with the intent to run. But not to flee from him, to see if he’d make good and catch me.
“Careful. It’s either here or the dungeon.”
I don’t think as I respond, “Dungeon.”
Stepping close, he grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking my head back. I bend, a bow being strung, and gasp, tears welling in my eyes.
