Chapter 22: The Thick of It, Part 2

Henry pulls me off the table and releases me. I lose my footing with a gasp and fall to the floor, sliding to a halt by Kade's shoes.

"What the fuck, Henry?" Michael shouts, and I swipe at my face. "I was gone for ten minutes."

Henry laughs, proud of himself. "No need to fret, gentleman. I've taken control of the situation."

"What situation?" Kade demands.

"I am training this insolent little bitch for you."

"Everyone out," Michael shouts, and I watch his polished shoes as he steps back and forth, seeing Fortunates out of the drawing room until the cluster involved in this mess remains. He closes the room doors, and the fine hairs all over my body stand on their ends. I don't want to be alone in a room with these men.

"What did she do?" Kade asks, the ice in his voice chilling me to my core.

"She didn't entertain your guests."

"She isn't for guest entertainment," he shoots back, then nudges me with his foot. "Get up, Unfortunate."