RHYSAND
The heavy sound of the metal door closing made me look up. Geneva was writhing underneath me, her teeth bared and a fierce look on her face.
If it was anyone else here, I’m guessing they would have been intimated. She just looked like a hurt kitten to me. Just to annoy her more, I traced her cheek, where I’d cut her earlier, it has healed for the most part but she still hissed because of the pain. Then I smirked and looked up again to acknowledge Lucien, who was giving me a judgmental look.
What? A man can’t take a break anymore.
“What do you want, brother?” I ask him, still not letting go of the littler bruised kitten.
She wasn’t physically bruised, but I’m guessing her ego is taking a big hit from anyone seeing her like this. Even if that person is Lucien.
“We have a crises
