I tried to pull away from Mathis, but his light grip turned biting. “Ouch!”
I have to get out of here.
“Now, now Spitfire…Haven’t we discussed this?”
He means that he’s in charge and I’m helpless. I thought in terror.
“This is all because you want to make love to me?” I asked tenuously. Utterly confused at the length he was going to press the issue.
“Love?” He scoffed. “Not in the least. I don’t make love. I’m no hero for a lady to fall in love with.” He said it with such derision his meaning was clear. “Haven’t you figured that out by now?”
He’s right. He’s vile. Completely evil.
The villain.
“So, you want to make me miserable?” I asked in a shuddering voice. Understanding dawning with awful clarity.
“Only as much as you can possibly endure.”
I stared at him in horror.
