Page 90 of Cursed Evermore
I grabbed the sheet and covered myself.
With a hard stare, Wolfe backed away, then walked through the door, leaving me trembling once again. The silence he left behind felt as oppressive as his presence.
I pressed a weary hand to my head. If every day was going to be like this, I wasn't going to last. Wolfe was insufferable, volatile, and downright terrifying. That rage seemed to amplify when it came to my dress.
How did he even know Thayden got it for me?
I sighed, the answer crashing a heartbeat later.Arielle…
Of course, she must have told him. She saw inside my head. But clearly, she didn't know how much I despised the dress.
I didn’t want Wolfe’s clothes because I feared that wearing them would feel like a mark of ownership.
Now I had no choice.
The awful truth was that fighting against beings who wielded magic as easily as breathing wasn't just foolhardy, it was self-destruction. What happened just now was testament to that.
I couldn't fight Wolfe physically or magically. He was far too powerful, and that damn magical shackle gave him complete control over me.
Then there was that other thing. That crazy, crazy, uncontrollable thing that burrowed through my soul when Wolfe was near me.
It made my mind and body react in ways I never imagined. There was no sense to it, yet I indulged in the madness. And then the madness made me indulge in him.
That stroke of madness had made me misinterpret what he was talking about when he first barged in.
From the salacious look in his eyes, I fully believed he’d decided to go barbarian on me and take me. My cheeks burned again at the memory of the humiliation. And he was so crass about my mistake.
Him telling me he didn’ttouch he fuckedmade it worse.
Gods, I’d never met anyone like him. He’d left my nerves as scattered as the remnants of my dress on the floor marking my final act of defiance.
Hopelessly, I gaped at the pile, then glanced over to the neatly folded clothes across from me.
With a groan, I grabbed the deep blue tunic on top. Fine wool caressed my fingers, the butter-soft texture whispering of its quality.
My fingers trembled as I pulled it over my head. The warmth of the fabric soothed me, though I recognized the false comfort for what it was—another of Wolfe's traps.
I stood and grabbed the pair of pants. The moment I slipped them on, the lock on the door clicked open.
My breath caught and I stared at the door, waiting for whoever opened it to come in. No one did.
I continued waiting for a few more heartbeats, then decided to check it out.
Through the sliver of the opening, I looked out to the hallway. I braved poking my head through and checking only to find it clear.
What was this?
What did it mean?
Opening the door couldn’t have been an accident. I got the feeling Wolfe wasn’t the type to let anything slip past him. Not like this.
So… it was doneintentionally?
And it happened the moment I put the clothes on.
Bastard. He was still watching me. The instant the thought formed in my mind, the unsettling weight of his lingering presence made my skin crawl. Some part of his essence was still here.
Being allowed to leave the room wasn’t mercy. It was an uncanny reward for following his damn orders. A reminder that no matter how far I wandered, I belonged to him. As if I were some sort of pet.
