Chapter 40
"You're mistaken, Raina," he said calmly, watching her expression carefully trying to determine her thoughts.
Raina was nearly vibrating with fury. "I'm wrong in thinking that you intend this room for me?"
He shoved a frustrated hand through his hair. "Yes, of course this room is for you. But it's not a prison."
Raina pointed at the bars on the window, her hand shaking. "Prison."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "If it becomes a prison then it's a prison of your own making."
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" she snapped, hands on her hips.
He took a step toward her, close enough that she could smell the subtle hint of his spicy aftershave. He was so breathtakingly handsome it fucked with her nerves. Her libido wanted to stand up and take notice of him even when the logical part of her brain wanted to stab him in the eye with the nearest pointy object.