The bath was steamy, as he said, but far from relaxing. Cedric knew what he was doing and enjoyed messing with her. He loved how she was fighting with herself.
While Abrielle was fighting the greatest battle ever, Cedric seemed to have changed his mind withdrawing completely. Her jaw dropped. He didn't look guilty or bothered knowing he left her half undone.
He finished the bath while Abrielle did her best not to snap at him. All she could do was call him names after names in her mind. Girl, she had a lot
It was her fault for ever expecting anything good from him. He was the devil, a demon. How many times does she have to say it to herself for her dumb head to accept the fact?
"Is something bothering you?" She heard him ask. Abrielle's eyes snapped at him; they were cold. How could he ask such a question when he knew perfectly why? Her thoughts screamed. She humphed turning away from him.
