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“Fine. I’m going.” She frowned, turning her back to him, and then she stuck out her tongue at me before walking out.
He waited for the door to shut before his gaze fell to me.
I stared at him. “That doesn’t work on me, remember?” Though I felt uncomfortable, knowing he was no longer in the mood to make jokes or play nice.
Eliza said it was “king’s” energy. It left everyone else unsettled. Dad had it, and so did Arthur.
“A day ago, you seemed more amenable to this argument. What changed?” he questioned, taking a seat.
I shrugged. “I was more sentimental on that day.”
“No, you were more like a prince, remembering you have a duty and a purpose higher than yourself. You only seem to forget that after you’ve debased yourself.”
“Is that what the kids are calling sex these days?”
“I let the fact that you were with Sabina until this morning go—”
“Did you? Because it’s not feeling like it.”
“I let it go because she is smart enough to know her place. Giselle, on the other hand, seems always to forget hers,” he said with more venom than was necessary.
“I did not go see Giselle.”
“No, you just spent twelve minutes on a call with her, then sent people out to check on her yesterday. And now you think you’re smart enough to tip around the truth with me!”
“I am not a child nor your child, Arthur. I don’t need you to lecture me!”
“Yes, you fucking well do!” He slammed his hand onto the table. It took a lot for him to curse, and it was usually amusing on the rare occasion he did. Usually. “How many women do you need exactly, by the way? In the morning, you talk to Giselle. In the evening, you are with Sabina. Next week, you will want a whole new set of females. Are you not tired yet, Gale?”
“They make blue pills—”
“I am not in the mood to joke with you!”
“And I not in the mood to fucking argue about my sex life!” I hollered back.
“You watch your tone.”
“Or what?” I rose from my chair because I was done with this morning meeting. “I think we should call it a day—”
“I’m not finished speaking!”
“You are not the king!” I hollered back.
“No, but I am the Adelaar! Which means I can call any lord or lady to service. You spoke to Giselle. Does she want to go back to Brazil? Actually, it doesn’t even matter. I will simply call her husband, and he will surely take her with him!”
“You wouldn’t!”
He raised his right hand. “I swear on the Bible and the crown that I would.”
“Arthur, you know what that pig of a man does to her!”
“Oh,” he said with fake surprise and no compassion. “Did she call you weeping again? Is that why you lost your damn mind and decided to speak with her on an unsecured line?”
Closing my eyes, I did my best to calm down. “She was scared—”
“Then she should have called the police!”
“Arthur.”
