“You don't have the privilege to touch me or speak to me!” I seethed, staring him down as I raised a questioning brow. “Do you get me?”
Deon dipped his head slightly, brushing his painted red cheek with my hand.
I loved that! I loved how Isabella put the f*****g dickhead in his f*****g place.
Then the prick opened his mouth again. “Wild princess, don't say I didn't warn you about frolicking with that slave,” he said with detest, and my jaw ticked. “If you don't want him dead.”
I took a menacing step, approaching him. “Are you threatening him?” I raised a brow.
He smirked, raising his hands in mocking-surrender. “I dare not, but just remember you are mine,” he said before shifting forms and taking flight into the sky.
I hissed under my breath, mimicking the damn bird's voice, “You are
