Page 110 of Heir of the Beast

Siron tilts his head at me and smiles, displaying white, even teeth. He looks down then leans over to drink his wine in one gulp. He writes in a messy, almost angry scribble.

~Can’t argue with that. By the way, you are breathtaking. I knew that color would make you look like a queen. I want you to dance for me again.~

I bite my lip and narrow my eyes at him. “You’re punishing me for being ungrateful? I am sorry.” I pause as I take a nervous breath. “I have a temper.”

I hear a breathy laugh and I shiver, unable to stop it. I am not sure what I’m reacting to besides the obvious.

I mean, he looks like a sexy Zorro on steroids, I’ll give him that, but he is an evil creature that makes my skin crawl.

He writes again and slides the paper to me, his glittering gaze watching me. ~I like your fire, but I’d like to taste it instead of witness it.~

I swallow, not sure what to say to that. I need to turn the tables fast or he will have me for dessert. “Why can’t you talk?”

He seems shocked, then leans back in his chair and studies me before writing. Siron slides me the paper as I lean in to see.

~A curious thing you are. I cannot speak because my voice box was damaged in battle. And I wear a mask because I wish to keep my identity a mystery. It has kept me safe thus far, my little dancer.~

~Now, where were we?~

I try and ignore his sexual energy, mentally kicking myself. “Have you ever thought about seeing a healer?” I feel there is more he is not telling me as I glance at his cane.

He shrugs.

I pick my words carefully. “I wanted Eltson to win my bid because I wanted to meet the great healer there. Merva the Great. I thought perhaps he could heal Apollo, before you won the bid.

“Maybe you also would like to seek him out?” I slightly glance up at him to gauge his reaction.

He leans forward and starts writing, glancing up at me then continuing. After a few seconds, he pushes the paper to me. ~Do you love him? Because if you do, I might have to kill him.~

I gasp. My heart is pounding, not expecting that reaction.

He is writing again, then finally slides the paper to me. ~I can see the way you react to me, little dancer. I am very observant. Even if you want to deny it.~

~Your snake eyes dilate when you look at me, and I can hear your pulse hammering against your smooth skin. I know what would happen if I were to touch you.~

As if on cue, my heart rate heightens, and my cheeks flush. I am so angry that I want to scratch his eyes out. “May I leave?” I whisper harshly.

Just then, the door opens, and I am being served food. I am not hungry, and the thought of this man thinking I am attracted to him beyond the physical is insane.

He probably thinks every woman has this reaction to him, and it makes me sick. I look at my plate with steak and veggies. It smells good, but I am so angry that it’s making my stomach feel nauseous.

Siron motions for me to eat.

I stare back at him.

He writes, then slides the paper to me, his gaze hard on me. ~Eat or I will feed you the food myself.~

Do people flip each other off here? My middle finger is twitching, but I tap down the insane urge and pick up my fork, stabbing broccoli. I take a bite, then glare up at him.

He is watching my mouth, and a slight smile pulls at his perfect lips. He is writing again with a smirk on his face. ~I want to see your eyes when I feed you. I am curious.~

I swallow with a frown. Excuse me?

He cuts a piece of steak and scoots his chair back, making me alarmed. I immediately go into panic mode when he slides his chair closer to me and pulls my chair toward him with his foot.

Now I am right in front of him, practically in between his legs. I can’t breathe, and he leans forward, giving me a very close view of him.

I can’t help but notice that he smells clean and wild.

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