Page 274 of Ruthless Court
Cold air.
Empty courtyard.
Stone walls.
Kane.
He takes one slow step closer.
My pulse starts pounding.
“You haven’t asked me to.”
“I just did.”
“No.”
His voice is rougher now.
“You asked whether I was going to.”
“That is an absurd technical distinction.”
“Not to me.”
I stare at him.
“You know what I meant.”
“I’m done pretending I do.”
There it is again.
Choice.
The thing I demanded from him.
The thing I am apparently terrible at having.
Kane waits.
No teasing smile.
No clever line.
He doesn’t rescue me from the moment.
All I need to say is—
Kiss me.
Two words.
My throat closes around them.
Because suddenly this isn’t Kane taking what he wants.
It would be me admitting what I want.
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