The silence after he said that was heavier than the curtains blocking out the sun.
Lucas continued to watch with a cold satisfaction as the color drained from Mira's face.
She looked so small and fragile, swallowed by the large bed and such a stark contrast to the wolf and reckless creature from the night before.
"I can't remember what you're talking about, that part is a blank for me." She whispered while her fingers twisted nervously in the silk sheets.
"Oh, is it?" His voice was low and devoid of the fury she thought she would be hearing by now.
He took a slow step closer as the floorboard creaked under his weight. "Let's see if we can jog your memory then, shall we? You called me Mr Husband, in that pathetic slurring voice of yours."
Mira flinched. God, I went full cringe? I never go full cringe.
He was at the foot of her bed now. "You told me that I was so frantic," he continued in a voice that was perfectly a mocking mimic of her drunken tone.
