Words hung in my throat, and I lowered my gaze, feeling heat rising to my cheeks from the pit of my stomach. My eyes fell on his hand, holding his dagger. It didn’t make me feel any better.
I couldn’t help but chew and swallow the fruit.
His lips brushed against me briefly, but I couldn’t even register it properly. It was too quick.
“So, you wondered if they would fit in my hands?” he muttered in a slow, deep voice.
He pulled me closer, hooking his fingers under the hem of my blouse.
My eyes met his, and I could feel how mad he was.
I shook my head slowly.
His fingers felt rough against my skin, and the dagger’s cold metal made me feel the sting of winter, even under the scorching sun’s rays.
I gulped nervously, unable to meet his intense, penetrating gaze.
I tightened my fist on the back of my blouse and said,“How did... You come inside?”
His intimidating presence caused my voice to falter, and not to mention his deep green eyes, his clenched jaw, and the strength of his two fingers, which kept me close to him.
“Wrong thing to say,” he said, and I saw him set the bunch of grapes on the table while bringing his other hand closer to my neck.
My lashes felt heavy with the comfort of his hand on my cheek and neck, and his thumb on the side of my lips, brushing gently, pulling my face closer to his. The faded mark of the sword cut on his thumb reminded me of the moment he filled my hair partition with his warm blood.
I tilted my neck to meet his gaze as he muttered against my lips,“Try again.”
My throat felt dry; I was out of words. The sensations of our intimacy so consumed my mind that it forgot to create something sensible.
“What… are you doing here?” I stuttered, and he pulled me closer, making me shift on my feet.
My fists behind my back hurt to keep the blouse’s ends together as his knuckle between us pulled the front end of it.
He blinked, chewing his lower lip.“Wrong question. Try again.”
I felt even weaker on my knees. My body ached from being so close to him. It was too much to handle. People were waiting outside for me, but I had no idea what was running through his head.
I lowered my gaze to steady my racing heart and attempted to ask,“What do you want?”
My eyes widened in shock as he angrily pulled my face closer, forcing me to look at him.
My heart raced wildly, and I bit my lips, unsure of what to do.
I needed to ask a sensible question, but I didn’t know what, since I had never seen him angry.
I blinked nervously, looking into his eyes, then asked slowly,“Are you angry?”
His face stiffened, and he nodded, briefly, lowering his gaze.
“Why?” I asked.
He lifted his furious gaze and looked into my eyes.“My wife is considering marrying someone else without my knowledge.”
His words didn’t make me feel any better. I was already feeling bad; now it felt like sprinkling salt on my open wounds.
“Yes, because Daadi-sa doesn’t know I’m your wife.” I tried to intone, and he spun me around and hovered over me.
His legs shifted beside mine, caging me. He kept the dagger on the table, which created a soft clanking sound.
