And the sooner she could kill him—kill all of them. Time was not her ally, and that thought alone had her shoving open the door, only to stop short as she took in the bedroom.
The damask-covered walls were black, although a touch lighter to reveal the designs in the paper. In fact, everything was decorated in shades of either black or crimson. The room opened to a sitting area with settees and a table set before a roaring fire. To her right was alarge bed with crimson drapes swept aside to reveal silk sheets. On her left was an open door that Thalia assumed was the bathing chamber, based on the short glimpse she’d caught of a luxurious tub.
The only problem? Cassius was still in the room with her.
“Get out.” She whirled to him as he closed the door.
“Can’t do that, Princess. We’re bound until His Highness appears.”
“Then sleep outside.”
“And what if something goes bump in the night?” He turned to her, a smirk riding his sensual lips.
“The only bump will be your head when I sever it from your body. Get.Out.”
Cassius ignored her, aiming for the bathing chamber. “It’s not as though we’ve never shared a room before.”
Thalia’s teeth ground together. “That was different.”
“Right, as you like to keep reminding me.”
“What is your game?” she hissed, trailing after him.
The bathing chamber was bedecked in the same colors as the rest of the room. A large black tub took up most of the back wall, big enough to fit at least four.
Then she watched in horror as Cassius slung his tunic over his head.
What the fuck—
He ignored her as he let his dirty clothes fall to the cold marble floor. A surge of satisfaction went through Thalia at the sight of the jagged scar right between his shoulder blades—from where her knife had stabbed him in the back.
“You’re staring,” he drawled, and Thalia jerked her gaze to his.
“Does it hurt?” she crooned.
Cassius met her smug stare in the mirror. “Hardly.”
“Shame. I should have severed your spine.”
“A hairsbreadth to the left and you would have.”
“A true shame, then.”
“Indeed.”
They stared at each other, and Thalia refused to study him closer. To see what other scars marked his torso, new or old.
“I’m going to bed,” she finally got out.
“Fine.”
“If you so much as come near me, I’ll put my dagger through your skull.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, then.” Cassius started unbuckling his pants.
Thalia stormed back into the bedroom before his trousers hit the floor.
She didn’t bother to change as she pulled the curtains of the bed closed and tried to shut out the world.
