His Mate, His Enemy novel · Chapter 12 of 24

Chapter 12: Enemy of Blackwater

"I feel nothing," I said.

I said it to the ceiling, flat and clear, in the gray light before dawn.

Lorcan lay beside me with his eyes shut.

The thread carried the truth down the length of both of us.

He didn't need to open his eyes to know.

"Liar," he said gently.

"That was the deal."

"You said one night, and I gave it.

"You said you'd stop being the woman on the floor, and I think you did, for a few hours."

"You said you'd sign if I said it."

"I said I'd sign when it was true."

I sat up.

I had thought I was past rage.

"You cheat," I said. "You wrote the terms yourself and moved them in the middle of the night."

"Yes."

"You wanted me to say it so you could call me a liar."

"I wanted you to hear how it sounded."

"Your word is the other half of the forgery."

That one landed.

I watched it go in, and I was glad.

He sat up slowly.

"That's fair," he said.

"Don't you dare agree with me."

"I'll agree with anything that's true.

"I made a bond out of a card and a knife because I was afraid, Corinna.

"I'll make this one out of whatever's left, and I won't use a card."

"There's no 'this one.'"

"There is for me."

I was pulling on my sweater when I heard boots outside.

A lot of boots.

Lorcan was on his feet and at the window before I'd got my head through the neck.

"Get dressed," he said.

"What is it?"

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