Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I know I shouldn’t, but I take the bait. “Such as?”
“Such as your psychological problems and your little visits with a certain Dr. Blom. Does that ring a bell?”
I can feel the blood draining from my face as she closes in on me like an insect trapped in her web. She couldn’t know. There’s no way my father would bring it up after all these years. I don’t want to believe it, but Lavinia isn’t even close to done.
“It’s funny, you know.” She holds her hand out to examine the ring on her finger with a smile only a psychopath could wear. “The way your father tells it, you came crying to him about a woman teaching you how to be a man. He said you should be so lucky to have a hot woman like that. Did you have any idea that for a good ten years, he didn’t think you could even figure out how to use your dick? Until that girlfriend of yours came along. What was her name again? Anja something or other?”
“Fuck you.” I drag the bottle of akevitt from my jacket and take four drinks.
“I don’t really care about your problems.” She leans back into the seat with an easiness that betrays how confident she is that she’s won. “I just want the title. You don’t have to fuck me. You don’t even have to like me. You just have to marry me, or else I’m going to blab to the whole fucking world. And when I’m finished, your reputation will forever be cemented as the most fucked-up man in Norway.”
“You think you’ve got it all figured out.” I take another swig from the bottle as the driver pulls to a stop at the entrance of the palace.
“You’ll cave.” Lavinia lifts her chin. “It’s just a matter of time.”
She reaches for the door, and I lurch over her, snatching her hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” she screeches.
“Give me my mother’s ring,” I bellow into her face. “Or so help me, I will break every one of your goddamn fingers to get it off.”
Her bravery fractures, and she looks at the driver, but he’s following my orders, ignoring us until I alert him otherwise.
“There’s nobody to save you here.” I slide the ring off her bony finger and pocket it. “Perhaps you should consider that before you start making plans to walk down the aisle.”
“I will ruin you!” she shouts in my face. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“And you have no idea what I’m capable of.” I open the door and shove her out. “But test me again, and you’ll find out.”
My sweet little fire-breathing goddess is asleep in my bed when I get home. When I pull back the covers, she stirs, blinking up at me with sleepy eyes. And then she smiles, ruining everything.
I came here to punish her. The entire way home, visions of me beating her ass red were the only thing tempering the rage in my soul. I wanted to hate fuck her and torment her and make all the blackness go away. But now, she’s so content to be in my presence that I can’t bring myself to do it. This isn’t what I brought her here for. She isn’t supposed to look at me that way, and I’m not supposed to feel… like this.
I’m intoxicated, but it isn’t the alcohol in my veins that’s left me so off-balance. Heat crawls up my spine, threatening to choke off my airway. How dare she do this to me? How dare she make me feel?
“Thorsen?” she whispers. “Are you coming to bed?”
Are you coming to bed?
Does she really think she’s domesticated me? And worse yet, why haven’t I told her no? Why haven’t I told her she should be in her own room, in her own bed?
“Go back to sleep,” I growl, stumbling for the door. “And leave me the hell alone.”
26
Ella
Something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones.
Calder’s words from earlier come back to mind. He’s going to push you away. He’ll push everyone away.
I can’t let that happen. I’m too deep in it already, swimming in feelings more expansive than an ocean. Maybe that makes me sick in the head, but there are only two options right now. Let Thorsen’s demons win, proving that he’s alone in this world, or show him that no matter what he does, there will always be someone who cares, whether he likes it or not.
I drag my tired body up from the bed, wrapping the silk robe around me and knotting it at the waist. The first place I check is his office, but he isn’t there. When that fails me, I wander around the house like a ghost, haunted by the fear in my heart.
Nerium Oleander.
I know the bottles are still in my bag because I pulled them out this afternoon while he was away. But there’s still a sense of desperation clawing at me as I search the house, turning up nothing. Where is he?