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My jaw tightens as I glower at him. “Fuck you.”
His grin nearly sends me overboard. “Oh, look who came back to the party. I was worried I broke you already.” He laughs.
“You wish,” I snap back, sounding like a petulant child. I have to refrain from cringing.
“Trust me, firefly…I do.”
The comment is so confusing. His voice is so melancholy that my eyes narrow in on him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
His lip tips up. And what I see knocks the breath from my lungs.
A smirk. But not just any smirk. It could quite possibly be the sexiest smirk I have ever seen. I hate myself for thinking it, but it doesn’t stop it from being true.
“As much as I enjoy your spunk, it’s time to get out of the car,” he says, stepping to the side and motioning for me to step out.
My finger points toward the manor. “I am not going in there.”
“Not nice enough for you?” He lifts an eyebrow. “Seeing where I just rescued you from, I’d think this would be a significant upgrade for you.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I huff. “And you didn’t rescue me.”
“Didn’t I, though?” He folds his hands in front of him. “Should I throw you back over my shoulder? Or will you make one thing easy today?”
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I am not going into that house.” My voice loses the fight, and I just sound pathetic.
“Why? It’s a fantastic house. I think you’ll rather enjoy it.”
“I can see it’s fantastic. Perfect even,” I seethe. “That’s not the fucking point.”
He huffs out a breath. “You’re making no sense.”
“It’s what the house represents,” I blurt out, not meaning to. I didn’t want to give him any insight into what I was feeling, but he infuriates me so much that it just sprung out.
“Still not following you, firefly.” He shrugs, and I want to get out of the car just to punch him in his smug face.
“Will you stop calling me that?”
His lips thin as though he’s contemplating my request. “No. Now, tell me…what does my house represent?” He throws my words back in my face, and my anger intensifies.
I climb out of the car and step into his face so we’re practically toe-to-toe.
“It’s blood money, and all that blood is onyourhands.”
I don’t wait for a response, walking around him toward the house, needing some space and wanting my words to sink in. It doesn’t take long before he’s approaching.
“You don’t know a fucking thing about me,” he grits through his likely clenched teeth.
I ruffled his feathers. Good.
His hand wraps around my wrist, spinning me around to face him.
“I said…you don’t know anything about me.” He repeats the words.
“I don’t want to know anything about you, Gideon.”
I whip back around, needing to get away from him. I’m not sure where I’m going, but I refuse to be a part of this game.
