Page 230 of Reign

Freaking mind reader.

He feeds me a blueberry next, then a cube of cheese, then a cracker with a blackberry balanced on top. I keep taking everything from his fingers, too soft and warm and ruined to argue with any real strength.

But I keep looking at him.

Trying to figure him out.

Trying to decide whether he knows what this feels like.

Trying to decide if it feels like anything to him at all.

His thumb moves once over my waist. “I arranged a scene for you to watch with Throne.”

The sentence slices clean through the little fantasy I was stupid enough to start building.

I go still with a blueberry between my teeth.

“Oh.”

Right.

The list.

The reason we’re doing any of this.

Luciano’s eyes remain on mine. “If you want to.”

I chew slowly because I need something to do.

“When?” I ask.

“Tomorrow night.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He studies my face.

I make mine behave.

At least, I try.

“That makes sense,” I say. “I should see what I’m asking about.”

“Yes.”

“And if I don’t like it?”

“Then we leave.”

“That easy?”

His gaze drops to my mouth when I lick berry juice from my lip. “With this, yes.”

With this.

I wish my brain would stop noticing these things.

He feeds me a piece of dark chocolate, and the bitterness settles over the sweetness still on my tongue.