Thirty-six:
Imperator Zale
She wasn’t there for dinner. In fact, by the time she got back it was nearing midnight. How did I know? I waited by her bedroom door. On the floor. In the most unprincelike position I had been in. “And Cinderella returns from having an affair with the Princes less charming husband,” I drawled, “did you enjoy your afternoon with Daxon?”
“Daxon, at least, doesn’t view me as a pair of legs for him to shove his c**k into,” Sirena said with a sneer.
“Are you going to let him?” I asked.
She stiffened. “What?”
“Are you going to let him in between your thighs?” I asked, pushing myself up from the ground and standing.
“Are you going to let Charlotte on your d**k?” she challenged, glaring at me.
I was so surprised at her use of a
