He caught it effortlessly—of course he did—and raised an amused brow. “Violence? After everything I just did for you?”
“You call making fun of me ‘helping’?” she snapped, burying herself deeper under the covers. “And don’t act like killing a spider is some grand heroic act. You were probably just showing off.”
Alexander smirked, tossing the pillow onto the bed. “If I was showing off, I’d have made sure you were watching.”
Dysis let out an exasperated groan and turned away from him, pulling the blanket over her head. This man is impossible.
A beat of silence passed. Then she heard the rustle of fabric, followed by the dip of the mattress.
Her body went rigid.
He was on the bed.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was unexpectedly high-pitched, causing embarrassm
