Page 29 of Stormbinder King
“Stay still,” he ordered.
I only saw wild strands of my dark blue-black hair, almost hyperventilating at how close the King was, how intently his dark eyes bore into mine.
“Where did you come from? Answer me.”
“A-across the oceans,” I said.
Symeon’s eyes were hard.
“How did you get here?”
“I d-don’t know.”
“How do you not know how you got here?” he snarled, shoving me back against the building. “Why the fuck are you here torturing me?”
Unlike Jack’s cinnamon-sharp spice, Symeon smelled like heat and leather, something deeply masculine and unsettling.
“I just-ar-r-r-ived here one day. I don’t know how it happened. I was doing a museum tour, and then I just fell here.”
“You just fell here?” he bit out, his lips like a jagged sharp line in the moonlight, his nostrils flaring.
I wanted to escape, to melt back into the shadows, but the wood of the shed was hard and unyielding behind me.
“What about your family, your Pack? Won’t they wonder where you’ve gone?”
“I was an only child and my parents are dead. I don’t have a Pack.”
“How did Jack come to claim you?”
“Why do you c-care?” I burst out, feeling ridiculously on the edge of tears. “What did I ever do to you? Why are you angry at me?”
His jaw hardened.
“I do not like loose sluts. Why are you so desperate for my brother’s cock that you need to suck it at the dinner table?”
My face flamed even in the darkness.
“N-n-none of your business,” I said.
“Everything in this Pack is my business,” he interrupted harshly. “Tell me.”
“There is no r-reason,” I stuttered. “I love him and want to please him.”
“Naturally. Jack is very good at getting empty-headed strumpets to choke on his cock.”
“Jack loves me and I love him,” I said defensively. “I don’t see what it has to do withyou.Are you jealous of your brother becauseyouhaven’t found your fated mate yet?”
He laughed, hard and sharp, a sound entirely without humor.
“Jealous of my brother? No. And Jack doesn’t love you.”
I felt a little confidence coming back to me. I might be an embarrassment, but this I was sure of.
“Oh, yes, he does! Why else would he have given me this protective spell?”
Symeon’s face was veiled in shadow, and only the set of his stubborn jaw showed his mastery of the pain from violating my protection.
“It was not love.”
