“Poor metaphor. Certainly, you know that more people flock to the charismatic leader, sadly we seem to be lacking one.”
Maybe that had been a bit too much. Hitting a man in the ego was certainly not beneath her. Her chin rose in defiance to his comment. Coy was her bloody middle name. But she didn’t betray this outwardly. Just smiling at him sweetly. “You used to be so fond of games.”
She was certainly tempting fate. She didn’t need to go in his head–not that she ever would–to feel the disappointment rolling from him. That stung more than she expected. That was certainly not a good sign.
“So demanding.” She chided, “Say please and maybe I’ll point you in the right direction.” A weaker woman would have crumpled against him. Emma wasn’t a weak woman. He’d made sure of that. So instead of the cave, she stood her ground. “You’re staying?” Inside Emma felt the dread bubble, outward she remained indifferent. She moved her way past him and toward the administration. “Coming, darling?”
“Charisma is so over-rated, my DARLING. I’d rather have a fearless or wrathful leader.”
Sebastian eyed her for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “Well, people change. You know that better than most, don’t you?” With his jaw set and his back STRAIGHTENED, showing he was just getting to that point of anger, he turned to follow alongside of her.
Making his presence the more dominant of the two seemed to be easier. She was too comfortable here. He didn’t like it. Maybe she had her little FRIENDS here, people she cared about. But, Hellfire would forever be Emma’s place. Whether she would want to see it now or not.
“You’re pushing your limits, my Princess.”
