Page 126 of Heir of the Beast

Miss me?! Very arrogant, and I thought we were fighting. “No.” I glance away.

I know he’s writing again, and I wish my skin would stop buzzing. He hands me a note and I take it, though I don’t want to.

~Liar,~ it says.

I jerk my head in his direction. “Liar?” I ignore the slight grin on his lips. He is wearing body armor, thank goodness, and is not bare-chested. Is he flirting with me? Trying to make up? How strange.

“You’re taunting me. Why?”

I see his eyes lower to my breasts and my cheeks heat. He’s not even hiding it. I look away and ignore that his black hair is braided down his back like a native warrior.

It’s not hot at all.

Nope.

I feel him nudge me again with a note and I snatch it.

~Do you want me or Apollo? The choice is yours. Choose wisely,~ it says.

I almost gasp. I look at him, and he is serious, the smile gone. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Why would he ask me this? He knows my answer. He knows I do not like him like that!

He thinks I am a spy or something and still he is asking me this? I can feel my cheeks heat and my anger is rising. He hands me another note and I look down, not wanting to take it.

Siron puts it into my hand, and I glance at it, chest rising and falling.

~Your eyes have fire in them when you look at me, ~it says.

I take a slow breath. “Yes, they do.” I pause. “Because I am angry all the time.” I step back. “Apollo. I choose Apollo.”

I turn and leave. This is ridiculous. The rage inside me is on the verge of boiling.

The audacity of this man. First he says I can go, and now he’s asking if I want to stay? I don’t even know what to make of it. I’m confused by him.

I keep walking.

~Where the hell am I going?~ I look around the hallway I just entered and curse. I’m lost. How long was I walking in justified anger?

I glance back, and he is right behind me, making me gasp. I back up against the metal wall and hold my hands up.

“What do you want from me?” I feel like that’s a dumb question seeing how he bought me for sexual reasons, but I feel like there is something deeper here.

He is writing, looking upset, his jaw flexing.

I take the paper with shaking fingers.

~I want the truth, little dancer, and I will kiss you to get it. I want to prove to you that you are in denial, ~it says.

I don’t think my heart could beat any harder, and I brace myself as he grabs me around the waist. ~Be a cold fish, be a cold fish. ~Don’t smell the clean scent of him. Ignore how exotic he appears.

Do cold fishes feel like they are being engulfed in flames? Maybe after they’re dead and tossed on the grill.

I’m being thrown into fire while I’m still alive.

His hands are applying pressure on my hips as he pulls me closer, my breasts now pressed to his hard chest. I feel faint and all I can see are his perfect lips.

“Don’t kiss me,” I whisper, feeling my eyes water.

He leans into my ear, and I shiver. “Then tell your eyes to stop begging me to,” he barely whispers.

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