Her words echoed with authority, but there was an undercurrent of something else—desperation, perhaps, or desire?
No...lustful jealousy.
Catherine's head snapped toward her, rage flaring anew. "It's his right—" she began, but Aiden's grip on her hand tightened, a silent command to stay calm.
He wasn't done with Catherine—not by a long shot. He had plans for her, cravings he hadn't yet indulged, visions of her yielding to him completely.
But Sabrina's interruption was a wrinkle he hadn't anticipated, though it didn't anger him. If anything, it amused him. He could wait, attuned knighthood, but he wouldn't tolerate being treated like a possession.
He turned to Sabrina, stepping closer, the faint scent of her soap and the lingering steam of a recent bath hitting his senses.
"Lady Sabrina," he said, his voice low, almost a growl, "we had an agreement. Lord Augustus was there. The plan continues....after its done, everything's back to normal..."
