Bea holds up her hand in mock surrender. “I don’t know if you’re just trying to make me jealous by doing it here, and I’m not one to judge whatever weird roleplay thing you’re doing, but I’m surprised you’re making him wait so long. He popped in and asked where you were right after you went off with your rebel. He went up a while ago.”
I don’t wait to answer her. I shove through the crowd and sprint up the stairs, praying my informant isn’t already dead.
41
HARLOW
Istep inside room three and close the door behind me, pausing with my hand still on the knob, my gaze fixed on my husband.
Out of the corner of my eye, Shane tugs frantically on the ties at his wrists. At least he’s still breathing.
Henry is perched on the bed, his dark eyes burning into me. I can tell he’s been back to Carrenwell House because his hair is neatly combed and he’s changed into clean clothes.
He crosses his arms, and his biceps strain against his black dress shirt.
I’m not afraid of Henry, but an alarm bell rings in the back of my brain, warning me to run.
I release my hold on the doorknob and turn slowly to face him. “My wolf, what a truly unpleasant surprise. How did you know how to find me?”
“This is your favorite bar,” Henry says. “With your favorite bartender.” His gaze rakes down my body, pausing on my breasts before sliding down to my right leg and the hip-high slit. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
I swish from side to side. “A very expensive dress from an exclusive Lunameade designer. I’m glad you like it.”
“If that’s a dress, surely it’s unfinished.”
I tug on the neckline. “If you don’t like it, I’m happy to take it off.”
“Don’t.” The word is a threat, a challenge, and an invitation all at once.
Adrenaline races through my blood at the menace in his eyes.Good.I’m angry, too. Even in Lunameade, I can’t escape my unwanted husband.
“Mere days into this marriage and you’re already inviting another man up to your room?” Henry asks.
I purse my lips. “I didn’t think you’d be so sentimental.”
A muscle in his jaw twitches. “It’s not sentimentality. It’s pride. You don’t shame a man like this.”
“Or? What will happen?” I ask, pushing my lower lip into an exaggerated pout.
I shouldn’t push him, but making him crazy is one of the few joys left in my life.
Shane shifts the chair forward as he tries to yank his hands free. He only succeeds in drawing Henry’s attention.
“I didn’t know she was married. This is clearly a private conversation. If you untie me, I can see myself out,” Shane says.
He looks terrified. Divine know what Henry said to him before I arrived.
“Are you feeling more talkative and less handsy now?” I ask.
He glances warily at Henry.
“Don’t mind my husband. I’m sure he would love to hear about your correspondence from Rochelli. I want to hear more about what you were talking about downstairs.”
Shane tugs on the bindings around his wrists and looks from me to Henry. “Yes.”
“You work with the rebels?” Henry says slowly.
Shane nods.
