Living hell

Killian's POV

My eyes tracked the up-and-down movement of Rosalind's chest as she flushed a beautiful pink.

Her voice was weak and reedy so obviously turned on out of her mind. "You are sick."

I raised my eyebrow questioningly. "Am I or are you?"

Rosalind wrapped her hand around herself as though that would be able to shield her from my words and her icy blue eyes met mine. I was surprised to see anger wed to resolve there.

I had been so sure that I had broken her. It would seem like I was about to be pleasantly surprised.

"Look Prince Killian, since I got here, you have been making my life a living hell."

She gathered her breath before continuing as she fought back tears that looked fascinatingly real to me. She was a good actress.

"I have endured and I have done my best to make you understand that I am not a gold digger that wants to exploit your brother."

A tear fell despite her obvious efforts and she wiped at it furiously as though it would negate the fact that I had seen it d