She is chaos in a bottle. A dangerous tempest. And I have a feeling the two of us are about to be swept into her orbit whether we want to or not.
Chapter 11
When I step into the study, Thane is standing at the tall arched window, looking into the distance. He doesn’t bother acknowledging my presence, instead, keeping his back to me with his hands tightly clasped like he’s trying to hold back the beast inside him. I glance back at Kole just as he’s shutting the door.
“Sit.” Thane’s voice startles me, and when I turn back, his eyes are narrowed on me. He motions to the chair stationed in front of his desk and makes his way over.
I hate that he takes every opportunity to put himself above me. Even now, he remains standing, leaning back against the front of his desk with a superior attitude.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asks, crossing his arms that look like they’re about to burst from the tight white sleeves concealing them.
“Not really,” I answer, slouching back like I couldn’t give two shits about this conversation.
He leans down, pinning me to the chair.
“You pissed on me.” His hands squeeze the cushioned arms of the chair, and I know he’s fighting the urge to wrap them around my throat.
“Only after you burned my arm and dug your claws into me,” I reply with an even tone, attempting to mask the rise he’s trying to get out of me.
“I should’ve killed you for that little stunt.”
“Then why didn’t you?” I challenge, sitting forward to meet him. “You could’ve left me to die out there, but you didn’t. You even went as far as to let Leo heal me with vampire blood.”
He retreats, standing back up, and it feels like a small victory.
“If you died, then I’d have to find a new pet.” He circles around to the back of my chair, making the hairs on my neck stand up. “And you’resooomuch fun to play with,” he purrs behind me.
I’m just about to shoot up from the chair when the shock collar falls from my neck into my lap.
I turn around to look at him. “What are you doing?”
Thane grabs the collar and tosses it onto his desk with a loud thud.
“We had a bet.” My brows knit in confusion. “One of the werewolves found your antics a little too amusing, so I had to kill him. In the end, the vampires won 3-2.”
“You killed him?” I gasp, feeling a tinge of guilt.
He shrugs as if taking a life means nothing to him. “I thought you’d be happy.”
“Unlike you, I don’t celebrate the loss of a life.” I stand up, taking a step closer to him. “Besides, shock collar or not, I know you’ll find another way to hurt me.”
There’s a flicker in his eyes, but it’s gone before I have a chance to know what it was.
“As long as you behave, there’s no need for punishment.”
“If you want a pet who heeds your every order, then you’ve got the wrong girl.” Despite the feeling of fear creeping up my spine, I take a step forward, so there’s only an inch of space between us. “I have no intention of rolling over, so you might as well kill me or let me go.”
His eyes fall away from mine, and I realize he has a perfect view down my camisole. I start to step back but stop. He doesn’t get to win. He doesn’t get to watch me cower away like some rabbit he’s set his eyes on.
Instead, I glare daggers, waiting for him to say something, but his eyes remain locked on my chest.
“Eyes up here, buddy.” I tilt my head to draw his attention.
“I have no intentions of doing either one of those things,” he says simply, as if he wasn’t just gawking at my cleavage like it were a fresh piece of meat.
So much for Sienna’s theory that Thane isn’t a pervert like the rest of the animals around here.
“I guess we’re at an impasse then,” I declare, sitting into my hip.
