In Chavias's Skin

“What would you do if you were in my position?” Sebastian asked. “If you cared for me and you thought I was in danger, but I wanted more than anything in the world to be out on my own?”

She looked taken aback. As if he’d just struck her.

Her eyes roved his face and she opened and closed her mouth as if such a thing had never occurred to her before.

She rose, walking quietly around the long end of the table and striding toward him without a word.

She’s either going to gut me or kiss me. He suspected. Leaning back in his chair with half a wince already on his face.

“Perhaps, were that the situation,” She stroked her finger along the table. Her tone level. “and I could imprison you to keep you, I would.”

There was strange understanding in her voice. But also a string of underlying bitterness that worried him. As if she weren’t being wholly sincere.

Or she’s not entirely sure, herself. Either one had him swallowin