“I’m not a troll.” I defended. Annoyed by his newest antagonistic comment.
“You rather look like one when you’re mad.”
“Why are you always so mean!” I did stomp that time.
“To get your attention.” He shrugged. “And to get that reaction. You look positively adorable when you’re mad.”
I grabbed the nearest candlestick from a stand by the door and hurled it over my head in his direction.
He palmed it away and it clattered against the wall. “Uh-oh, Fiere. Better run. Daddy won’t give you a choice if he catches you sneaking from my chamber in the dead of night.”
That’s probably very, very true. I winced.
“He won’t give you one either!”
“I’ve already made it clear I’d welcome that. And” he added ominously. “Trapping you in it, if need be.”
“That’s not gentlemanly.”
“You keep ac
