Morozko scoffed, mouth bitter and twisted. He continued gathering up his things, movements jerky. “Please. I know how these things work. It was a momentary madness that had me affected, it won’t happen again.”
Jack laughed, the sound tainted with a sharp bitterness. “Oh, so it was madness that pushed you to shove your hand down my skirt? I must have been mistaken, thinking anything else. How foolish of me!”
There was a moment where Morozko hesitated, hands hovering over his jacket where it had been carelessly thrown over the top of his office chair, but the moment passed, and he shrugged the jacket on with quick, hurried movements.
“Like I said, it won’t happen again. I’m not willing to—to leave behind everything I’ve built, all my hard work, just for the sake of a realm that I left beh
