Rafael's POV
"Then what am I to you?"
Maliya's question hung in the air, and for a moment I almost answered honestly.
You're everything I never knew I wanted. You're the light in my darkness. You're the one person who makes me feel things that no one’s has ever made me feel.
But then she'd spoken again.
"You keep me safe because I'm your property. Your possession. Your trophy wife."
The words landed like accusations. Like she'd already decided what I was to her, what she was to me, and nothing I could say would change her mind.
Fine. If that's what she believed, let her believe it.
After all that is what I am to her. just her jailer.
"Go to bed, Maliya." I forced the words out through the anger building in my chest. "We both need to think."
I had to get out of that room before
