Page 34 of Even Angels fall
Just like it does at my question.
“Sit,” he orders me.
“I think I’m going to stay right where I am,” I say as I cross my arms just over my breast.
His eyes spark with fire at my words, the gold shining with an ungodly red hue.
“You can’t stay outside,” he says after a while, turning his face to what’s on his desk.
Can’t look at me when you say that?
I shake my head at that.
“What is wrong with me being outside?” I ask with a hint of amusement in my tone that seems to take him by surprise.
His head snaps in my direction.
“You could get hurt,” he says, his eyes not leaving my face now that he’s raised them.
“Are you sure that’s the real problem here?” I ask, my tone devoid of any amusement now.
“You can’t stay there while they train.” He sounds final, and it pisses me off even more.
“Ohhh, I see. I can’t stay outside while your half-naked warriors train, all glistening under the sun?” My voice is full of sarcasm now. “Is that it? Or is the problem different? Maybe it’s that I can’t be seen outside with just a simple tank top? Would that distract them? Or would that distract you instead?”
I can see a vein throbbing on Elhyor’s neck, and I know I’ve said the right thing—well, he might think it’s the wrong thing.
“Why did I make you come here?” Elhyor mutters to himself.
I know it wasn’t intended for me, but I answer in my sweetest voice, anyway. “Because you finally decided we’re getting married?”
I see his fist clenching at his side.
I’m not sure getting his dragon side inside his office would be my best idea, but heisover two hundred years old. He should know how to control himself by now.
“I can’t do that,” he grumbles, and then he’s out of his own office.
“You can’t do what?” I yell after him as I follow him outside.
I have to jog because I can’t keep up with his long legs. It might be why I almost collapse on him when he finally stops and turns around.
I let him grab me just above my elbows to steady me instead of avoiding the impact.
“I can’t have you here,” he growls.
“You can’t, or you don’t want to?” I ask again.
“I’m sending you back to your father.”
His voice sounds so final it scares me.
“What? You can’t do that.”
This is the first thing I say that isn’t tinted with sarcasm or amusement. I do not want to go back to my father. Especially now.
I haven’t completed my mission, and as much as I don’t want to disappoint my father, the punishment he might give me scares me way more than seeing how disappointed in me he is when I’m sent back the way I came.
Some of my desperation must have seeped into my voice, because I can’t decipher what is in Elhyor’s eyes, but they soften as they take me in.
