“How can I relax with you on top of me?”
“You started it,” he returned, nipping my chin on his way back up. “You tried to break my nose with a poor excuse for a punch.”
“Poor excuse for a…?” My eyes widened. “You’re such a dick!”
“Tell me how you really feel, darling,” he taunted, cocking his head to the side. “I’m listening.”
“I want to kill you.”
“Yes, and…?”
“Gah, would you just get off me, please?”
“Please?” he repeated, snorting. “My, but you are a polite little girl, aren’t you?”
“I am not little.”
“You act like an innocent child.”
My blood boiled at the unveiled insult. “You know nothing about me.”
“Likewise.”
“Pixie dust, you are impossible. Get. Off. Me.”
“Pixie dust?” He actually appeared confused. “Wait, is that your version of a curse?” When I didn’t reply, he started to laugh. “Oh, sweet girl, the things I’m going to teach you.”
“Not if I kill you,” I muttered.
A pair of dimples flashed as he studied me intently. “I truly hope you try. Punishing females is a favorite pastime of mine.”
“As is raping them, apparently,” I tossed back.
His eyebrows shot up at that accusation. “Rape? I’ve barely touched you.”
“You bit me against my will!”
“You were quite willing, Aflora. Trust me.”
“Because you freakin’ cast a spell over me or whatever it is you did.”
“Freakin’?” He shook his head and tsked. “Fucking, darling. The word you’re looking for is fucking.”
“Dear gods, just get off me already!”
“No.” He had the audacity to bend and brush a kiss over my lips. I immediately tried to bite him, which earned me an amused sound. “You need to rest. There’ll be trials ahead.”
Yeah, whatever that meant. “I need to go home,” I corrected.
“You are home, Aflora. You just haven’t realized it yet.” With that proclamation, he began to hum the most beautiful melody.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t reply, his strange song continuing and surrounding me in an odd sea of bliss.
Another spell, my mind recognized.
But my lips refused to issue a retort, my kidnapper captivating me with his song.