“If you’ll excuse me.” She made to leave but he lunged to his feet and caught the back of her gown, stopping her dead in her tracks. She reached behind her and gripped the wrist that held her gown, digging her nails into his skin. He didn’t even flinch at the pain.
“Release me.”
“Answer my question.” He found himself grinning, knowing she would break. He wouldn’t let her leave otherwise.
“You know the answer,” she replied, releasing his wrist and crossing her arms. She turned her face away from him.
“You’re no fun tonight,” Lucien muttered.
“Since when do you ever want me to be fun, or even want me to have fun? As I seem to recall, your life’s mission is to rip my heart and soul out and crush them under your boot heels. And congratulations Lucien, you’ve succeeded. Bravo. Now please l
