“You talk too much, kitten. You run that mouth without stopping, and half the time you do not even know what danger you are inviting. Do you think I carried you upstairs because it amused me? Because it was fun for me to make a spectacle of you?
“No. I carried you because if I answered you in front of my mother, in front of my men, you would not have liked the answer I gave you. You are the one with a problem kitten!”
I shook my head, tears sliding down my cheeks, my chest burning because how dare he twist this back on me? How dare he stand there and act like I was the problem when all I had wanted were answers?
He leaned down so close his breath brushed my ear, his growl sinking into my skin like claws. “You say you should be pissed, but you do not even know what pissed is.
“Pissed
