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What he thought: He had to protect her from me!

“She’s out there!” I said. “And we’re in here!”

He raised his half-lidded eyes. “Your powers of observation are truly something wondrous to behold.”

That’s it!

I leapt to my feet and jabbed my finger at him, the bile gathering in my stomach already beginning to sear. “I told you before! You will show me proper respect! I already apologized for sleeping with your fated mate. But guess what? She’s now my fated mate too! I couldn’t deny my feelings for her even if I had known she was your fated mate! You know how it feels! We’re powerless before them. We share the same feelings for her. Now, we have followed your strategy by waiting. Four hours is enough. Now we should follow mine! We should go look for her!”

“Nope,” he said calmly, folding his arms, unperturbed my finger was stabbing less than a foot from his face.

“But what if she’s gone to the docks?” I cried. “What if she’s already on a ship heading home? What if some other male got hold of her? What if…”

I couldn’t think of any other terrible outcomes, but any one of those was bad enough!

“The last thing we should be doing is just sitting here waiting!”

“She’ll come around,” he said, calmly, passively. “As for the subject of respect, I don’t need to give you any more than what one fated mate would give another.”

“I’m still your Prince! And you’re still my Decoy!”

He once again — irritatingly — nodded his head. “I will not deny that is true.”

Finally!

Some common sense!

“Then I order you to step aside and let me through this instant!”

He checked his nails, ignoring me as if I were invisible.

I waited a moment to see if he was really going to just sit there, and when I realized he was, I reached my breaking point.

I grabbed his chair and began to slide it to one side, removing him from the door.

I was insulted he didn’t at least flinch, didn’t raise his arms to defend himself when I descended upon him — he no doubt thought I would be an easy opponent to defeat!

Feon was heavy and I grunted as I shifted the legs out from under him.

The chair screeched as it tore up the carpet and made white marks across the concrete below.

As I began to win and the chair tipped over, he lost his balance.

He leapt to his feet and I yelled in success:

“Haha!”

The chair gave way rapidly now that it was relieved of his weight.

I sailed backward and slammed into the desk, snapping it in half.

I shook my head and got to my feet, still clasping the chair legs in my hands, the rest of it in pieces beside me.

I bolted to my feet and began to hurry toward the door…

Only to find Feon placing the second chair — the one I had been sitting on just a moment earlier — in front of the door, falling into it, folding his arms, and leering at me.

He had never been passive-aggressive before and I began to wonder if this was what he was really like underneath all his years of training.

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