LISA
“Come on, Minx. We’re leaving.” Liam said, giving me the distraction I needed look away from Rhysand, and to hide a bit of my worries.
He bent his finger in the come hither motion as he spoke to her and she huffed out a breath. From the way she was acting, I doubted she was a slave but when she spoke, I realised, she either had a death wish or she really wasn’t a slave.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Asshole.” She glared at him.
I winched, thinking he was going to snap her neck or slit her throat. It was the reaction I expected from any man or a high ranking when it came to people he thought were below him.
“Behave.” He chastised, looking unbothered for the most part.
“f**k you.” She sane, giving hi the finger for extra clarification I guess.
Though did you really need to clari
