Stephanie's POV
Oh my world! My head ached badly as I struggled to open my eyes. My head felt all fuzzy. The first thing I saw were the eyes of Cane, boring a hole through me.
From the way his lips lifted. I could tell what he was thinking. 'could anyone be dumber?' what the hell even happened? His voice broke through my thoughts.
"So, if I'm getting this right. You went into a room, saw a lion inside my penthouse and fainted because you thought it was going to eat you?"
The sarcasm was so thick you could spread it on toast. My face burned.
"It was dark!" I defended myself, sitting up. "And that room is full of giant, dead animal heads! Who has that? A normal person has paintings. Or a nice vase."
He didn't even crack a smile. "They're stuffed, Stephanie. Not dead. There's a difference. And most people don't scream and faint over interior decoration."
