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Which begs the question… Why the fuck did he push his only daughter in my arms?
This man is fucked up and I can’t see how this is a favor to me.
But I needed the publicity of an alliance with theangels. I sneer at the word.
I need to stop showing on my face what I feel.
I needed the world to know I’m marrying Michaël’s daughter, for those damn idiots from theLibérationto stop trying to recruit me.
But in my head, I imagined Angélique to be a pale copy of her father, and it wouldn’t have been too hard for her to be my wife only in name.
I’d have taken care of her. Comfort, jewels, fancy food. I’d have given everything to her.
But there’s a spark in her eyes, and now, all I can think about is the fact that if I marry her, I’m going to want to claim her and erase all innocence in her eyes.
And that can’t happen.
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Elhyor is not even sure he wants to marry.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
As if I had a choice in all of this? He struck a deal with my father.Hedid. Not me.
I should be relieved.
I’ve got more time before my wedding night. I’ve got more time to know my battle grounds, to learn the lay of Notre Dame, to find places to hide. I’ve got more time to plan my escape.
I also have more time to gawk at the chiseled chest that Elhyor has still not deemed smart to cover.
I should be happy—about having time to plan my escape, not about being able to drool over the dragon’s chest—but instead, I can’t seem to be anything other than pissed.
It was supposed to be an easy mission, or so I’d thought when I was told I was to get married, have sex, and kill someone all the same day.
I thought he would be willing, but I should have known better.
After all, I didn’t spend the past eight yearsjusttraining for combat. I should have known all those gross lessons about seduction were only the tip of the iceberg.
I also thought they would be enough for what was to come.
How wrong I was…
Because other than how to grab his cock and what to do with my tongue to make him go wild, I have no idea how to seduce a man.
I didn’t get much training for that and I’m… inadequate for the job.
How on earth am I going to entice a man who looked at me as if he wanted to swallow me whole, shook his head and let it be replaced by disgust?
Because that’s what I saw on his face, that’s what I heard in his voice before he took flight, and that’s also the energy he gives out from his pacing.
Small mercies that it’s spring, because I would have frozen to death up here in just my shirt.
If he keeps pacing until night, that might still happen, though. Paris isn’t so warm in April, and by night, it’s going to get worse.
I don’t know what makes him so pissy, but it needs to stop.
