“Nor will I tolerate you spying on me. On us!”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I think you’re doing a decent job of seducing her. Your wedding night was entertaining.”
I exploded and knocked the table aside, grabbing onto his collar with both hands and staring him straight in the eye. “You fucking asshole.”
Khan arched a brow and remained calm. “Let go, Boulder, or you’ll be sorry.”
I pushed back from him, growling in frustration. The man was a clever bastard with too much power, and I should have known he would do something like this.
“And the bathroom? Have you seen her naked too?”
He nodded and got up to stand behind his chair. “She’s a beautiful woman.”
Rage filled me and I wanted to kill him for having seen my wife fully naked. Even I hadn’t seen Christina that vulnerable.
“Relax, look at the bright side – I could have insisted on her marryingmeto study her up close. Instead I gave you the honor. Wasn’t last night nice?”
My jaw was clenched and I had nothing kind to say to him.
“So you see, I want you to stay here so I can continue to keep an eye on her and learn more about the Motherlands.”
I crossed my arms, “Why don’t you just fucking ask her what you want to know?”
“Because you’re doing such a good job at it.” He smiled.
“I’ll tell her.”
“No, you won’t.” Khan tilted his head. “Defying your ruler never ends well, and I’m sure that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll see that you’re completely overreacting.”
“How many have seen us?”
“Only me.”
I spun around and stomped toward the door.
“Better luck with tonight. I hope she lets you undress her,” he called after me and I replied by flipping him a finger. I could hear him laughing as I left the room.
Christina
Boulder was in a bad mood when he came back.
I was dressed and ready to go down for dinner, but he told me that he didn’t feel like it.
“It’s okay, I can go by myself,” I said but he insisted that we order some food to our room.
Half an hour later a large tray arrived with wild mushroom risotto and freshly baked bread for me and a large steak with a baked potato and salad for him.
“Doesn’t it bother you that an animal had to die for you to eat?” I asked.
“It’s natural.”
“How is it natural?” I asked, provoked by his lack of conscience.
Boulder pointed his knife at the window. “Why don’t you go and ask the bird why it eats worms, or ask the wolf why it eats cute little rabbits.”
“They don’t know any better,” I said with a frown. “They don’t have a conscience, but you should have.”
“How the hell would you know anything about how animals feel or think?”
