Page 22 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“Stop calling me your Bunny.”

Orlov stared at her and for several seconds there was only the distant thump of music. Then he leaned back and raised his eyebrows at me.

“Has my Bunny been a naughty girl while I was gone?”

The words sent an unpleasant little chill down Terra's spine.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” she said stiffly.

“Oh, I think you do.” He picked up his glass and swirled the ice slowly. “A large visitor came to see you recently.”

Terra's stomach tightened but she kept her expression neutral.

“I dance for a lot of customers,” she said blandly.

His eyebrows drew together in a scowl.

“Not like this one.”

Terra didn't answer.

Orlov took a sip of vodka, his eyes still fixed on her face.

“This customer of yours was large–very large. He had horns.”

Terra felt cold all over. He was talking about Taurex. But how did he know about the big Monstrum?

“If you're asking about another customer, that's none of your business,” she said shortly.

“I heard you spent considerable time with him,” Orlov continued, ignoring her. “People gossip, you know.”

“Do they?” Terra said, still trying to remain neutral.

“They do.” His pale eyes narrowed. “You know, my Bunny, I don't like sharing.”

Terra stared at him. For a moment, she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly.

“Sharing? What are you talking about?”

Orlov leaned forward, his long, pale fingers steepled.

“I don’t like sharing my Bunny.”

The skin between Terra’s shoulder blades prickled and she lifted her chin.

“I'm not yours. I can dance for anyone I want to.”

Orlov put down his glass.

“Is that what you believe?"

Terra crossed her arms over her chest.

“That’s what I know.”

He frowned.

“You have been avoiding me.”