A Matter of Propriety and Parasites...
“How dare you.”
Her hand flew up and the sting creased her palm as she struck cheek.
His jaw glided
with the delivery. Too controlled. No flinch. He’d seen the slap coming and
he’d allowed it. She saw it in his eyes when he met her glare with mild
tolerance.
“I dare,” he
said, “because someone had to awaken you.”
An unfortunate
choice of language or did he mean that in terms of passion? Her sight blurred
red and her voice pitched unsteadily. “You’re a despicable, arrogant,
intolerable, despicable—”
“You already said
despicable,” he muttered.
Her eyes narrowed
to slits. “I’ve never hated any human being in my life, never, not until this
moment.”
Cynical amusement settled in the line of his mouth.
The warmer depths fled his gaze. “You, me, the entire country stands
on the cusp of an apocalypse and the edge is crumbling while you’re fretting
about sentiments, confusing your loyalties and dithering over
inconsequentialities. You said it yourself. I've just saved us precious time by
breaking down the walls you were too afraid to.”
Love the tension between the two of them. Want to read more.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas and Happy New Year, Claire