The door slammed shut behind us.
I stood in the middle of the guest room, breathing hard. My arm still stung where he had gripped it.
Deucalion locked the door. The soft click made my stomach twist.
He turned to face me.
His eyes were dark. Not angry in the way I expected. Something else sat there. Something heavier.
He walked toward me slowly. I stepped back until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
He stopped right in front of me. His voice was low when he spoke. “Do you want to know why I refused to let you leave during the meeting?”
I looked up at him. “Why?”
He leaned down until his mouth was close to my ear.
His breath was warm against my skin. “Because you happen to be one of the Lunas I have ever enjoyed on a bed.”
The words hit me harder than the slap I had given the maid.
