Page 95 of Enchanted Kisses
“And there’s my second confirmation.”
“What?”
“Would you rather I spend this evening with you, my jealous flower?”
I stormed inside and plopped onto one of the chairs near the fireplace.
I’m not jealous.
Wearing his signature wicked grin, he strolled over and knelt before me as I pressed back into the seat.
“I felt your desire when you kissed me. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you of my ability to know the truth. Voiced or not, I can feel it in a person. You’re attracted to me. You may not want to be, but you are.”
I shook my head, afraid if I saidno,the word would cut off.
“Deny it all you want, but there’s only one way to know for sure. Kiss me again. I won’t do anything to sway your emotions. It will be real, raw, andrevealing.”
I could say no. I should say no. Only I had to know if there was any truth to his allegations. Because the last time we kissed, Ididfeel something. He made sure of that by doing something to me with his powers. If I kissed him again, it would prove I had no feelings or attraction toward him—that he was wrong—and then I could rub it in his face.
I met his confident gaze. “No.”
“When you change your mind—and youwill—I’ll be ready.” He stood. “See you in the morning.”
“The morning?” I scurried after him. “No. As soon as you hear something, come and tell me. I don’t care how late.” I didn’t even know what time it was or if time existed here. “If I’m sleeping, wake me up. Okay?”
He glanced at the bed then at me. “I haven’t told my father you’re here yet. It would be wise not to leave the room.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?” I wanted to believe it was because he might let me go.
“I learned to be cautious at an early age. Until I know all the facts, it’s best I keep you hidden. You have everything you need to be comfortable in here. Gowns are in the closet. Bathroom’s fully stocked. Food will be up shortly.”
I glanced at my silk nightgown and robe. “Did you dress me in this?” I wouldn’t put it past him.
A dark brow arched. “No. Would you like me to next time?”
I shook my head, just to be safe. I didn’t think I wanted him to, but who knew anymore? It was stress. That combined with longing for Caiden.
When he opened the door, a beautiful, dark-haired girl in a navy tea-length dress entered the room. For a second, I thought it was Bianca.
He gestured to her. “Briella will get you anything you need when I’m not available. You can trust her.”
“Like I can trust you,” I mocked.
25
A Kiss With Death
Ieyed Briella with suspicion.
She did the same to me as she made her way to the closet. She opened the double doors and stepped into a small room filled with clothes.
I inched forward for a better look. Long gowns and short dresses, in a variety of colors, lined the walls.
Briella grabbed two—a long red one and a tea-length magenta one. She held each up and stared contemplatively at the dresses.
“What are you doing?” Was she going to try them on, and did I care?
Her indigo eyes fixed on me with a look conveying she’d rather be somewhere else, anywhere else. “I’m picking out your dress, unless you plan to wear that all day.” The tone of her high, airy voice didn’t match her glare.
