Page 13 of Broken Princess
Jamie lifted his brows. “Why would I do that? So you can watch me get thrown in prison for the rest of my life, or killed by Q for defying her?”
I shook my head. “That won’t happen. We’ll find a way to keep you safe, and I’ll forgive you for everything. You’ll never get in any trouble. I swear.”
He let out a deep sigh. “I suppose I could consider it.”
“Really?”
He smiled and let out a dark chuckle. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”
“Couldn’t resist what?” I asked.
“Letting you try to manipulate me. It might’ve worked on Logan a few times, but it won’t work on me. It’s cute, though. Funny, too.”
My heart sank, and I lowered my gaze to the floor. “I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’m just trying to go home.”
“Too bad.”
“Please, Jamie. It’s not too late,” I said softly. “You can still do the right thing.”
“You’re wrong. It is too late.”
“It’s not,” I insisted, voice turning thick with emotion.
“Fucking Christ, Willow, don’t you get it?” he asked, forcing my chin up again. “This is it for you. This is where you belong. The sooner you realize that and stop trying to fight or argue your way out of here, the better off you’ll be.”
I crossed my arms and glowered at him. “No. I don’t belong here at all. I’m no one’s property.”
Jamie sighed. “Yes, you are. Q has been in control of your life since the day you were born. Just because you didn’t know that until recently doesn’t change the fact that it’s the truth.”
“She controls your life too,” I pointed out.
“No, she doesn’t,” he said, letting out another amused snort.
“Yes, she does. Everything you do is for her, isn’t it?” I said. “You think you’re so smart and powerful, but really, you’re just a lapdog who does whatever the fuck she tells you without question, aren’t you? Nothing but a pathetic pawn serving his queen.”
He hesitated for a moment, silently rubbing his jaw.
“Well?” I said, raising my brows. “Am I right?”
“I suppose so, in a manner of speaking,” he muttered, brows furrowing.
I smiled thinly. “Then you’re owned by someone too. You’ll never be free.”
“Maybe not,” he said, green eyes flat and emotionless. “But neither will you. Not ever again.”
