Page 36 of Her Silent Knight

“The handcuffs you’re wearing prevent you from using your magic against me.”

No shit, Sherlock.

Right now, she really wished she had the misting ability that some witches in her coven possessed. The ability to phase through, or as they called it, mist through objects. Her mother and her friend Tiana could mist through doors like nobody’s business.

Fire witches didn’t possess that ability. Being part fire witch meant she had to find another way out of these cuffs. A way that didn’t require magic. Or strength. There was no way she had the strength to break these cuffs. What to do?

“Say something. You’re mad, I know. I’m mad too. Being mad isn’t going to solve our problems.”

No. But killing you would solve all of my problems, Sin thought. She was going to have to reconsider her no killing policy. Becoming a murderer had perks. One of which was not ending up naked and cuffed to a bed. Seriously, why was she naked?

“We wouldn’t be in our current situation if you hadn’t thrown a ball of fire at me, treasure.”

A ball of fire? She’d done that? Oh, yeah. Now she remembered. That was how she passed out the second time. What kind of weak ass witch was she for passing out twice in the presence of an enemy? Her teachers at the Guardian Academy would be disappointed in her.

“Haven’t you realized that trying to hurt me is only hurting you?”

I’ve noticed. What’s up with that?

“You can’t hurt me.”

Not true. I just haven’t figured out a way to hurt you.

“Mates can’t harm each other.”

Not true. I will harm you... wait... did he say mates? It sounded like he said mates. He couldn’t have said mates. Maybe he wasn’t talking to her. Who else was in her house?

“Mate, I was wrong for trying to capture you and turn you over to The Deciders.”

Shit. He was talking to her. But mates? How had he come to that conclusion?

“I’m ashamed of my actions.”

Say what?

“In my defense, at the time, I didn’t know who you were to me. I didn’t know what you were to me. I didn’t know you were my treasure.”

That was his second time calling her that. His treasure. Did he really think she was his treasure? Sin wracked her brain for all she knew about dragons, which wasn’t much. Their treasures were usually gold and silver.

They stockpiled it and kept it hidden. Oh, right, they kept it hidden until they found their true treasure. Their mate. Then they gave everything they’d saved up to their mate and spent the rest of their existence treasuring her.

“I swear to you I’ll never do anything like that again.”

She was no longer listening to him. It wasn’t her fault he’d mistaken her for his mate. In fact, she had no idea how he’d come to that conclusion. She’d tried to torture him. Mates couldn’t do that to each other.

However, she could use this misunderstanding to her advantage. If he thought she was his mate, that meant he’d do anything for her. Like, free her from these cuffs. Yet, just asking him to do it may sound suspicious. She had to ask nicely.

“Mate?” He pulled her closer.

A tiny gasp escaped her as his cock pressed against her ass.

“Please talk to me,” he whispered.

Damn, that voice could almost make a witch forget she was his enemy. And that huge cock against her bottom could almost make her want to touch rather than torture him. Hold up. Stop the press. Touch!

That was her way out of this. He thought she was his mate. He was hard as stone. That meant he wanted her. He wanted to be inside of her. Never happening. However, if it led to her freedom, she could make him think it was going to happen.

She was the smartest witch alive. Moving slowly, Sinclair adjusted her body so she could stare over her shoulder. In doing so, her ass rubbed against his cock. His swift intake of air was the sound she’d hoped to hear. However, the look in his eyes damn near stole her breath.