84. Love You More Than That

He brought my mother into this conversation. He can penetrate my mind even further. Even Lucan doesn't care about what I'm worried about. When will this war end and how long will I be here? What if my mother was here? No, he didn't think about that.

Carlos stood alert in front of me, he wouldn't let me out of this room. The look in his eyes signaled an order if I should still be here because we weren't done talking. The corner of his eyes signaled that I should follow him to sit down and have a good talk. Despite the rumbling in my chest, I wanted to hit him and quickly leave this room.

My footwork was treacherous, agreeing to what he wanted. Turning from the couch to step toward the desk. I sat across from him at the table. He grinned at me, bringing out his handsome charm. Even so, it doesn't make me tempted to go to him and sit on his lap.

To hell with what I thought and read by him. I'm allergic to arrogant creatures, who feel they are the greatest and most coveted by women. He