Page 242 of Night's Fall
“And now she plays the victim,” he murmured under his breath, turning to leave.
That was it.
I was done.
I slapped my book down on the daybed.
Comet dashed under it.
“Oh my gods!”Icried. “Iam not playing the victim.”
He turned to me, all too eager, despite his assertions that he wasn’t, to be detained.
I shook my head and did it hard.
“No.Nope.I’mdone with this discussion.Youhave pressing matters.We’llreconvene when you have time.”
I picked up my book again, opened it, and it wasn’t the pageIwas on, butIpretended it was.
“I’ll warn you now, there is much that was discussed this morning thatIcan’t tell you,”Alekseisaid.
This did not make me happy.
I absolutely didn’t share that at this juncture.
“Consider me warned,”Ireplied to my book.
He didn’t leave.
I continued pretending to read.
He still didn’t leave.
I quit pretending to read and looked at him. “Anythingelse, your royal highness?”
His eyes sparked purple, and he growled, “Whenyou call me that when you’re pissed, it takes everythingIhave to stop myself from turning you over my knee.”
“I’m not a child,”Isnapped.
“Darling,” he purred. “Itwouldn’t be that kind of spanking.”
Drat it all, my sex dampened.
He sensed it or smelled it and the spark in his eyes became fire.
“Though, you’d learn your lesson,” he finished.
He wasn’t to be believed.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
I continued to stare at him.
He kept staring at me.
I carried on staring at him, andIdid it resolved it wouldn’t be me who spoke the first word.
