My eyebrows lifted. “Left off last night? You mean with you stalking me all over the damn palace?”
I glanced at the clock, noting the time.9:04.
Ketos would either be here in a minute, or six.
Assuming I could even trust him to show.
Also assuming it wasn’t still midnight in whatever room he slept in.
This is so fucked up.
I needed him to show up and see this. Or someone, at least. Anyone. Otherwise it was my word against thisancientNoir. And given Ketos’s response to my information yesterday, it seemed unlikely anyone would believe me if I outright accused her of sexually harassing me.
However, if anyone other than Ketos walked in right now, it would look pretty damning.
Because this crazy ass female has lost her damn mind.
As if to prove my point, Netiri stepped forward and placed her palms against my chest.
Wrapping my fingers around her arms, I shoved her back against the refrigerator, sending the entire thing rattling as I stepped away from her.
“Stop,” I demanded.
Her lips pouted. “Don’t you still want me? We had so much fun last night. Or are you just a one fuck and done kind of male?” she asked, starting toward me again.
“The only woman I fucked last night was Layla.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, her gaze glittering wickedly. “Are you sure about anything at all?”
My stomach soured at the implication underlining her tone.
But I dismissed her comments before I even considered them.
Because yes. I was fucking sure. My body only reacted to Layla or Novak. And the fact that this female could even try to twist that narrative, told me how little she knew about the mating bonds.
She lunged for me, her arms encircling my neck and making me gag at her putrid stench.
I grabbed her again, this time shoving her off me while keeping hold of her and twisting her body around into a headlock.
I put my lips at her ear and squeezed.Hard.
“I’m not fucking joking, Netiri. I’m going to break your neck if you don’t back off right the fuck now.”
And I meant it.
I’d had enough of this shit.
The lunatic giggled in response, like this was some sort of sick foreplay.
She wiggled against me and reached back in an attempt to grab me.
My reaction was to release her and jump away, but she took the opportunity to curl her arms around my neck again and jump on me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her movements faster and her strength greater than I expected.
Ketos had called her old.
I believed him now.
“Get the fuck—”
