Well, this is interesting.
Keeping my distance, I lean against the wall next to the door.
The woman in the chair looks…furious.
That’s good.
Sure, she’s shaking like a fucking leaf, but I can see the hatred burning in her eyes.
And that’s really good.
Anger I can deal with. I can even deal with fear, because I know King won’t hurt her.
But if she’d looked broken…My empathy rarely extends past Payton, but if this woman had looked shattered, or withdrawn…I don’t think I could go through with this.
But fury?
My mouth starts to pull up at the edges.
Marrying King to this hellcat will be my fucking pleasure.
