“I shall see you at dinner, however. Dinner is promptly at seven. Be there in the dining hall.” He pointed to the building. “Do not belate.”
“And if Iam?”
Adrian rubbed a smear of dirt off her cheek, deliberately letting her feel his touch. Get accustomed to him. He would be touching her many more times from now on. Adrian did not wanther resistance. He wanted her soft and pliant and willing, flushed withpassion.
“Why do you enjoygardening?”
She seemed perplexed by the question, as if he’d asked her why she tinkered in astrophysics. Darcy scrubbed her hands against her jeans. “It connects me to the earth. I love the feeling of plants having life, coaxing them into growing. I suppose it’s from the time when Ispent in the wild and plants kept me alive. And when I was growingup…”
Falling silent, she toyed with the spade, not meeting his gaze. He wondered what she would have said. What was her childhood like? He knew little of Changeling Shifters, only that they were rare, andpowerful.
“And what?” heprodded.
“And I think I need abreak.”
Curious, he longed to hear morebut decided against pressing her. They would have time in the coming days. “Be on time,” he repeated. “You disrespect my rules, you disrespect mypack.”
“Yes, sir. Any other rules I should know about? Like ironing your tighty-whities? Should I starch all my clothing before dinner? I warn you, it’ll make for an uncomfortable meal. I’m a free-spirited kind ofgal.”
Adrian laughed.Darcy’s spirit proved refreshing, but he could not tolerate disobedience in a pack that observed rigid rules or risked falling into totalchaos.
“I know. That is what drew me to you, Darcy. You are a minx,” he murmured. “I could kiss you for that, but I’ll savor that forlater.”
“So, what’s the punishment for skipping dinner?” She held her wrists out, and he studied the slendernessof her arms, the delicate bones beneath peaches and creamskin.
“The rack?” she asked. “Iron Maiden,starvation?”
“Two weeks in my bed and an unlimited supply of orgasms. All you can take. Better than the beef the cook is preparing.Interested?”
Darcy stared. Licked her plump lips. Adriangrinned.
“Later, sweetheart. Ipromise.”