I couldn’t tell what Zeden was trying to do, but whatever it was, it wasn’t what I had imagined.
“What are you doing, huh?” I asked, voice shaky.
His arms were still locked around me, my bare chest crushed against his.
“I’m getting my refund back,” he said coldly. “Did you really think I’d let it slide after seeing those scars on your skin? He should be grateful he didn’t lie about your virginity… because if he had, I wouldn’t be wasting time explaining anything to either of you.”
I clenched my teeth. “What are you saying? You’d have me killed too?”
He didn’t blink. “Obviously. And definitely.”
“You’re a psychopath!” I snapped, my voice loud in his ear.
“You call me that because I allow it,” he growled. “If I didn’t want you—if I hadn’t picked you as mine—you’d already be six feet d
