Chapter 23

• I grit my teeth rather than telling him to go fuck himself for calling me that. He knows it gets under my skin, which is the only reason he keeps using the word. If I show him how much I hate it, he’s only going to do it more. “Yeah, I was thinking about fixing something in a little bit,” I reply as evenly as I can.
• He snorts. “Right. Like the princess is going to cook her food.”
• I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help myself. This snide son of a bitch. I march over to the door and fling it wider. He’s standing there, hands in his pockets, smirking like this was exactly the reaction he was looking for. I fucking hate him.