FREDERIC POV
I was f****d.
There really wasn’t a more sophisticated way to put it.
Ella had spent the entire song threatening me, insulting me, questioning my motives and looking at me like she was trying to decide whether stepping on my foot would count as attempted murder.
And I had enjoyed every f*****g second.
Worse, somewhere between her accusing me of plotting her death and informing me that she might bite, I had stopped pretending this was only curiosity.
She was funny.
Not deliberately, which somehow made it worse.
Her face gave away exactly half of what she was thinking, while the other half came out through insults sharp enough to make Maddox laugh in the back of my skull.
And she was beautiful.
That particular realization had been inconvenient enough from across the ro
