Misa’s first instinct was to get defensive. She crossed her arms and returned the captain’s glare with the same vigor.
“What are you doing in my room? How did you even get in?”
Royle rose from his seat. “Don’t turn this on me, Misa. Where have you been?”
Misa could feel heat flushing her skin. She was angry. Angry that he was in her room. Angry that she had gotten caught. Just one more night, and it would have all been over, but he had to come into her room. He had to find out.
“I don’t have to answer that.” Misa pushed past him, heading towards the washroom. She didn’t want him to see how shaken she was by Rithian or by getting caught by him.
“Misa.” He grabbed her arm. It snapped her temper, and Misa whirled around, connecting her palm with his cheek. Even as
