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“I’m just a stupid young girl,” I say, trying that angle.
“No one’s arguing with that,” Leonid says, reaching for something in his back pocket. “But that doesn’t mean you’re ignorant. I know that you rallied the Greek troops after your father’s death…”
“You mean, after you killed him,” I sneer.
“And what if I did?”
Leonid’s fist comes back into view, falling by his side, but I can’t see what’s inside of it. His hands are so fucking big, and a thick vein bulges up his forearm as he clenches his fingers around the mystery object.
“Well, then I guess we would be even,” I say, unable to think of anything else to say.
That seems to stop Leonid in his tricks, if even only for a short moment.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did. How would me killing your father make us even?”
Shit. I’m getting myself into dangerous territory.
“… You’re side killed my father…” I say, my heart clenching as I try to ignore the reality of it all. “… And my side killed yours…”
Just like that, a raging blue fire ignites in Leonid’s glare. His fist clenches even tighter.
“You weren’t there when my father was murdered,” he growls. “How dare you take credit for it.”
“I know that it was Lazaros Fortounis who did the deed. And I know that he was working with us when he did it. How is that any different from you or one of the Kilpatricks killing my father?”
Leonid doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he turns his back on me and marches to the bedroom door… which he promptly slams shut.
“Alright, first fucking question,” he sneers, turning back towards me. “Why are you trying to take credit for my father’s murder?”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. But this is a calculated move, if a poorly timed one. I’ve never been good at math. Still, I’m desperate for this conversation to veer away from the subject of our supposed marriage. I’ll do whatever it takes to stall on that matter. Because Leonid can’t know the truth. It would give him an advantage that I might never recover from.
“I’m not trying to take credit for anything,” I clarify. “I’m just trying to make sure we’re on even ground.”
“We’re not on even ground,” Leonid reminds me. “I’m your captor. You’re my captive. This isn’t a negotiation. You had your chance at that. This is an interrogation.”
Finally, he opens up his hand and reveals what’s been balled up inside of his fist.
A leather restraint.
Instantly, I’m terrified, and a strike of fear shocks me backwards.
No!” I try to choke out. Not again. But a lump of fear has magically appeared in my throat.
Before I know what I’m doing, my body has decided to go on all fours and scramble away from the monster.
But I was right to think I would never be quick enough to escape him.
I hardly even have the time to let out one last ragged breath before Leonid’s big strong hand has wrapped around my ankle.
With little grace, he yanks me back onto the bed, then he grabs my hair and pulls, arching my back until I’m twisted like a crescent moon.
“You’ve been a bad girl, princess,” Leo rumbles into my ear. “And I’m not interested in bad girls…”
“So, then let me go…” I rasp, unable to move against his powerful grip.
