Chapter 20: Spitting Image

"Just drop me here to the plaza," I said meekly when we were in the town where my flat was located.

"I'd love to escort you to where you are living, seraphim."

I froze and glared at him as I could feel my heart pounding so fast. Blood rushed to my face, frightened at his words.

"No, thank you, Lord Verlice," I said calmly, not wanting him to know that what he said was making me nervous. "I'd rather go there alone," I said coldly.

Desmond stretched out a smirk. If I was still living with him and didn't reject our mate bond, I could have sworn that I would get to be swooned by that kind of smile he was having right now.

"Now, now. Do not be so cold to me, Seraphina." He leaned forward and took my hand. I felt shivers down my spine when he brought my hand to his lips. "It is not as if we did not share the same bed earlier. Hmm?" he said, teasing.

"Because you forced me to!" I said through gritted teeth and took back my hand.

"Oh?" He had an amusement smile smeared on his lips. He took my