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“Not unless you prefer your eyeballs still attached to your face. And where would you even get an apron?”
“Don’t you have a French maid costume or something in that massive fucking stash of yours?”
Their bickering voices fade out as I leave the living room behind and instead walk into the study across the hall. It’s probably the neatest room in the entire house, since no one ever really comes here. I close the door behind me before sliding my phone out of my pocket. Only rows of silent bookcases watch me as I stroll over to the desk and flop down on the chair. Then I pull up Isabella’s number.
For a few seconds, I just stare at it on the screen while my heart does strange things in my chest. Then I give my head an annoyed shake and hitcall.
Leaning back in the chair, I throw my feet up on the corner of the dark wooden desk and cross my ankles.
The line keeps ringing. And ringing. And ringing.
Eventually, the call is cut off.
I scowl down at my phone before hittingcallagain.
It rings. And rings. And rings.
The scowl on my face deepens.
Then, at last, Isabella picks up.
“Yes?” she says, her voice slightly hostile.
“Is that really the way to greet your knight in shining armor?” I reply, grinning even though she can’t see it.
She laughs. The sound is somewhere between relief and exasperation. “Knight in shining armor? I think you mean eternal tormentor.”
“Have you forgotten my gallant rescue just a few days ago?”
“Have you forgotten that you kidnapped me just a week ago?” Her tone is full of both mock outrage and amusement. “How did you even get my number?”
“You gave it to the admin office when you enrolled.”
“That’s supposed to be confidential.”
“Yeah, well, as you said, no one refuses the Hunters.”
“So you’ve leveled up from bully to stalker. Congratulations. I knew all your hard work would pay off eventually.”
I laugh. “Careful now. Or I might level up to something even worse.”
“Was there a point to this call?” I can hear the teasing smirk in her voice. “Apart from delivering vague threats and sucking your own cock, I mean.”
Another astonished laugh threatens to escape my throat. She certainly has started letting her real personality come out to play more often now. And I fucking love it.
“Oh, Isabella.” I grin up at the ceiling as I imagine her own smirking face before me. “The things I will do to you.” Sitting upright, I add in a more serious tone, “Speaking of, are you free tonight?”
Suspicion creeps into her voice. “Why?”
“That was a yes or no question, Isabella.”
“And my answer depends entirely on what you’re about to say next.”
I just laugh and shake my head.
“Does it involve handcuffs?” she asks when it becomes apparent that I’m not going to answer.
A sly smile pulls at my lips. “My, my. Am I imagining things or did you actually sound excited about that prospect?”
