Page 67 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“I’ll let you figure that out,” he tells me.

Oh, no. I barely have a good grasp of this English language as it is. How am I going to figure out what he means? Although, coming from him, it’s probably another insult.

“You’re awful,” I bristle.

“Maybe, but I am taking care of your wound, aren’t I?”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Youneverhave to ask,” he adds cryptically.

I give him another harsh look, but I’m at a loss for words—shocking, no? But since I don’t have a comeback to his odd behavior, I decide to get him back the only way I can—by making fun of his name too.

“I don’t know how you can comment onmyname when people call you Vitry,Lucien!” I say pointedly, proud of myself for remembering his name.

“So you remember my name?” he asks with a wicked grin on his face.

My first instinct is to wipe it away with my fist. Alas, I am in a rather awkward position on this chair while he’s tending to my arm, so I would just end up hurting myself.

“I have a good memory,” I reply and push my chin up.

“Glad you found me worthy to keep in your memory.”

“Stop making everything aboutyou!”

I’ve never met someone with a bigger ego and that’s saying something since I happen to be engaged to Captain Clown.

“I’m not. You’re the one who brought it up first.”

“Because you made fun of my name!”

“Fun isn’t the right word, Minnie,” he states in a somber voice. “I was, in fact, complimenting you.”

Aha, as if I’d fall for that. He probably noticed my low level of English and he’s trying to take advantage of that.

“Well, then guess what,” I say, feeling petty. “I wasnotcomplimenting you on your name. What type of name is Vitry even? It doesn’t sound good.”

He shrugs.

“It’s my family name and what everyone calls me.”

“I’m not everyone. I will not utter such an ugly name.”

He quirks his brows at me.

Did I go too far by saying his name is ugly? At least his insults were veiled as compliments, whereas I straight-up told him his name is ugly.

Well, I have already said that. It’s not as if I can take it back.

“You can call me something else if you’d like,” he mentions with a glint in his eyes. “Something special.”

“I’d rather not call you at all,” I grumble.

“Such a grumpy little thing you are.” He chuckles.

“I amnotgrumpy. I just happen to dislike being insulted.”

“And I just told you I was complimenting you,” he counters.

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