I leaned against the doorframe, watching her rummage through my room, so sure of herself, so deliciously defiant. Did she really think I hadn’t noticed the way she lingered by my cabinet? The faint scent of wolfsbane still hung in the air. I smiled, dark and slow.
“Looking for something, Antalya?” My voice dropped lower, dangerous. “Or are you just hoping to poison me again?”
She spun, her eyes wide, face pale. “I—I was just—”
“Save the lies.” I moved closer, letting the silence press against her. She tried to keep her chin up, but I could see the tremor in her hands, the raw defiance burning in her gaze. God, I loved that spark. “You really are something. I could have you tied up and screaming, and you’d still try to bite me.”
She glared, teeth clenched. “Don’t flatter yourself. If I
