Rise of a Queen (Kingdom Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,16
have to speak in a semi-neutral tone, “She’s a night owl. She wouldn’t mind.”
“Try again.”
“Just let me go, Jonathan!”
“That’s not how it works. You live here, and that includes abiding by my rules. That means, no jumping from the second fucking floor when you’re injured. In fact, even if you aren’t. That nonsense won’t happen again.”
The anger in his tone lands on my skin like whips. It’s even more painful than his clutch on my jaw.
He releases me and I suck in big gulps of air. It doesn’t last long as he pulls the first aid kit and undoes my palm bandages. I wince when the bloodied cloth is ripped off my skin. Despite his lethal expression, he’s not harsh about it, but the flesh is cut deeper than I anticipated.
“Were you even fucking thinking?” He examines my palms with disapproval as he soaks them with the disinfectant.
The sting makes me sink my teeth into the cushion of my bottom lip and I inhale through my nose until they’re finally clean. There are a few cuts positioned both diagonally and horizontally.
Jonathan wraps new bandages around the wounds and I stare at him from beneath my lashes, my body tightening for the next fight-or-flight mode.
I’ve had too many rushes of adrenaline for one day. I feel like I’m going to collapse from the force of them.
But it’s not like I can order my body to shut down. Survival has always been my natural gift.
After he’s finished with my palms, he checks my knee. Seeming satisfied with the bandage, he leaves it alone and pushes the box away. However, he remains looming over me like a threat, his brows still drawn together, and his expression is that of destruction.
It’s like when I first re-met him. When I didn’t trust him. Why the hell did I think I could trust him?
“What’s going on, Aurora?”
“Nothing.”
“You want to tell me you escaped to fucking Yorkshire, got attacked, pushed me away, then jumped by a rope made from sheets for nothing?”
Not finding anything to say, I purse my lips.
“I thought so,” he continues, his closeness doing shit to me I’m not supposed to feel right now. Why the hell do I keep inhaling him in?
And why on earth do I want to erase those scratch marks on his neck? He deserved them.
Right?
He grabs my jaw, nearly swallowing it in the palm of his hand. “Here’s how it’ll go, Aurora. You’ll tell me the truth, and I’ll decide how to deal with you afterwards.”
I clamp my mouth shut.
“Last chance.” His fingers dig into my cheeks. “You won’t like how I’ll react if you keep this tantrum up.”
“The only truth you need to know is that I hate you.”
“Wrong answer.” He releases me with a shove and I fall back on to my elbows.
My heart hammers at the dark promise in his voice, and I hold my breath, waiting for his next move.
Is he going to punish me?
Spank me?
I hate how my thighs throb at that thought. Screw that and screw him. I’m getting out of here the first chance I get.
It may take me a day or two, or however long it does, but it’s not like Jonathan will remain by my side for eternity.
He’s a workaholic. Come morning, I have no doubt he’ll piss off to screw more lives over. That will be my chance to escape.
Jonathan stands in front of my bed, his monster mask back on as he slips a hand in his pocket. “You’ll remain in this room until you talk.”
“W-what?”
“You’re the one who’ll choose if it’ll be hours, days, or weeks.” He tilts his head to the side. “Or even months.”
“You can’t lock me in. That’s kidnapping!”
“If that’s what you want to label it.” He turns to leave but stops and throws over his shoulder, “And don’t try to jump from the balcony again. I have my security surrounding the perimeter.”
“You can’t keep me here, Jonathan!”
“Then fucking talk.” His threatening tone slams into me and remains behind him as the door closes.
That’s when I hear it. The sound of my freedom being stripped away.
The sound of a lock.
Shit. Fuck.
I run to the door and test the doorknob, and sure enough, it’s locked.
After kicking it, I jog over to the balcony where the sheet rope is still hanging, and sure enough, two buff men dressed in black stand there.
My legs fail me, and I slip to a sitting position. Two realisations hit me at once.