FIA
"It's no big deal," I said, surprised by how calm my voice sounded. It was steady, almost detached, even though my pulse was anything but. "I don't mind staying in your chambers tonight if it'll bring your mother peace."
His brows lifted, the faintest sign of surprise crossing his otherwise unreadable face.
"But," I added, "I want to go to my suite first and take a shower."
"You can do that in my quarters," he replied without missing a beat. "I'll have your Omega servant bring a change of clothes."
I tilted my head, studying him. There it was again—that quiet, immovable authority. He had a way of turning simple words into commands. If it wasn't his way, it wasn't happening at all. Some things never changed. And this part of him, this need to control everything, was one I'd never learn to stomach.
"What if I refuse?" I asked, watching his jaw tighten.
His eyes narrowed, the faint glow of irritation flickering there. "You should try to be polite when I'm being nice."
