Page 216 of For Better or For Worse

“I’m going to kill Jace.”

“What? Why?” If he did that, who’d help me bring back the next cutie I found? “He didn’t have anything to do with it!”

“You expect me to believe you managed to carry a snake up the tree by yourself?”

“Yes?”

His jaw tight, he spins on his heels.

“Where are you going?”

“To kill him.”

Spreading his wings, he jumps off the mezzanine, and I listen to the frustrating bang of the study door. I hope it hit his obnoxiously tight ass on his way out.

At the sound of the lock twisting, I scowl. I open my mouth to yell for help before realising it’ll be pointless. My king will just punish me later if any of the guards help me now – after he undoubtedly adds on to my sentence. And Fabia will definitely make this whole situation worse. Jace, if he’s smart, would have bolted from his position outside as soon as Fabia entered.

Pulling on the belt holding my wrists together, I exhale in sexual frustration. And regular frustration. Fuck, I’m just frustratingly frustrated.

Ugh.

I try to rub my thighs together but fail, the two belts on my feet not allowing for any contact at all. Double freaking frickin’ frecken’ –ugh.

Why didn’t I let myself come beneath the table?

Stupid frickin’ horny brain being frickin’ stupid!

Ugh!

I roll my head back to look at my hands and try to tug myself free, but the belt, although not tight, is nice and snug. I’m going anywhere.

Although…my heart murmurs,this is a damn good place to be.