Ruin is leaned back against his couch, drinking deeply from a goblet of wine when I finally make my way into his chambers.
His eyes flare black the instant they land on me, before bleeding back to their original color. He tips his glass in my direction. "The white looked better on you. But I don't mind this at all." He drops the goblet lazily and props his chin on his fist, eyes drooping slowly. "What will you do, Guinevere, to change my mind?"
It is a silly game. I know what he wants, and I will not play his game anymore.
I slip my fingers to the straps holding the red robe together.
And I pull.
Ruin gaze jerks up to mine instantly, and I see the struggle in his eyes as he keeps them only on my face and nowhere else. "What are you doing?"
I let the silk drop to the floor. "Isn't this what you wanted?" I saunter over to the king sized bed and sit on it, naked, save for the red stockings running up my legs.
