Everest lifted a hand, stopping the bouncer from coming any closer.
“I don’t know if he did, but I assure you that I can cause a lot of trouble for yourfineestablishment, and I mean a lot.” I smilednow, all sugary sweet. “So unless you want that to happen, you can tell the Prince to go fuck himself.”
Everest tilted his head slightly and a long heartbeat passed. Then he said, “You can tell him that yourself.”
Chapter 12
The tiny hairs along the nape of my neck rose. I drew in a shallow breath as Everest stepped back, clasping his hands. Slowly, I lowered my drink and looked over my shoulder.
Standing not even a foot behind me was the Prince.
I couldn’t help but notice immediately that he appeared different tonight. Hair pulled back from his face was a good look on him. A black silk shirt had replaced the thermal I’d seen him in, and that also was a good look.
But he was just about as angry as the last two times I’d seen him, so that hadn’t changed.
Actually, he seemed angrier. “I can assure you, I have no intention of fucking myself tonight,Sally.”
Steam practically shot from my ears at the way he said my name—my fake name. “Good to know, but not my problem.”
“Oh, but it is now your problem.”
I drew back, eyes widening. “I have no idea howthatis my problem.”
Lifting blue eyes to Everest, he nodded. I didn’t need to look to know the man had left.
Before I could say a word, he plucked the drink out of my hand and placed it on the bar. Then his hand wrapped around my empty one. I didn’t dig my heels in like I wanted to, knowing that we already had several eyes on us.
My gaze dropped to where he held my hand as he guided me off the stool.
“You are becoming a pain in my ass,” he said.
“I’m about to become a much bigger one. One you’re going to need to see a doctor to treat. You try to make me leave,” I said, lifting my gaze from his hand to his eyes, “I will make a scene in here so bad you’ll spend the next year glamouring memories.”
A muscle flexed along his jaw as his gaze searched my face. “You would, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. Now, if you’d unhand me, I think I might want another drink.” In reality, my stakeout of The Court was ruined, but I would stay here half the night on principle alone. “And maybe some chicken wings.” I had no idea if they served chicken wings here. “Then dessert. I’m definitely in the mood for dessert and none of those things include you.”
The Prince threaded his fingers through mine, stopping me from yanking my arm free. “We need to have a chat.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Oh, sunshine, we do.”
Sunshine? My face puckered up. “There is nothing we need to talk about—” I gasped as he moved in so quick, so close, right there at the bar, in front of fae and human alike. Still holding my hand, he cupped my cheek with his other, splaying his fingers as he tilted my head back and lowered his.
Was he going… was he going to kiss me? That seemed like a bizarre response, but he lined his mouth right up with mine, and there were only inches between our lips. My heart rate shot into cardiac territory. “What are you doing?”
His warm breath danced over my lips as he spoke. “You should have left when you had a chance. Now, you and I are going to have a discussion that is way past due, and you’re going to say yes and you’re going tobehave.”
“Behave?” I sputtered.
He nodded as those thick lashes came down, shielding his eyes. “Don’t test me.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s an advisory,” he corrected.
“Same thing. Like totally the same thing.”
