Page 29 of Legacy

It was time for her to deal with me.

“Very true.” I hugged her closer. “Your actions have them as well.”

Before she could say anything, I rushed her out of the large room.

“Are you out of your mind?”

Ignoring her protests, I guided her through the crowd and to the back of the house into one of the receiving rooms, far enough away from the guests to avoid an audience.

She wrenched herself free from my grip, breathless and radiating fury. “You asshole. What is your problem?”

She wasn’t the only one pissed off.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I resisted the urge to yell. “You’re the one out of your mind. How could you confront people like them at our wedding?”

I locked the door, not wanting to chance anyone walking in.

“Oh.” She crossed her arms and jutted one hip out. “I’msupposed to be the meek, silent wife? The fool who smiles at them and lets them?—”

“Yes,” I growled, keeping my voice down. “Those three don’t think before they act. They will put a hit on you for something as minor as insulting their ego, not caring you’re my wife.”

I stalked toward her. Instead of retreating, she stood her ground as if daring me.

The damn woman was infuriating.

“I will not apologize.”

“I’m not stupid. I wasn’t asking you to.”

“Then don’t expect me just to roll over and be happy that the very people who killed my father showed up to my wedding.”

“Like you give a fuck about the wedding. About marrying me. It’s just a play. Just an act, and don’t try to tell me otherwise.”

She slammed her lips together even tighter, and the sight of her so mad, so riled up, soalive, tempted me to take out my outrage on her the way I’d wanted earlier.

Fucking her into submission might be easier than getting her to listen to logic.

“It doesn’t matter. They had no right to come here today, representing the families who ruined mine.”

I gritted my teeth, reaching out for her but knowing that’d be my first mistake. With how furious I was and how deeply she taunted me.

I knew that the second I touched her I wouldn’t want tostop. “You married into one of those families. They are my father’s allies. So you need to get used to it.”

She lifted her hands, shoving at me and growing angrier when I wouldn’t budge. I gripped her hands and brought her nose to nose with me.

We stared each other down, our breaths unsteady.

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

I squeezed her wrists, wishing I could shake some sense into her. Or some answers out of her.

“Why did you want to marry me, Avra?”

She tipped her chin up, stubbornly silent.

“Why?” I demanded again. “What is it you gain by marrying me?”

Her laughter bubbled up, low and dark, as she smirked at me. “Isn’t it obvious after that scene?”

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