Kira's eyes sparkled as Asher's skepticism met her ears. With a soft sigh, she began to sway slowly toward him, a move that would have made any other man's heart quicken, "My darling," she purred, fluttering her eyelashes in a teasing manner, "You're far too paranoid."
Her voice, soft and cajoling, filled the room as she walked around his chair to stand behind him, "Do you know what it's like, to have your wings clipped?" Her voice was tinged with a faint sadness, "House Thorne, they've limited me, kept me under their thumb. They don't let me expand my business, my influence. It's as though they're afraid of what I might become if I step out of their shadow."
Asher scoffed, his eyes narrowing further, "And why wouldn't they? You bring in wealth and fame to them. They wouldn't want to lose such a valuable asset."
Kira nodded, a sigh escaping her lips, "I understand that. But, can you really blame a bird for wanting to fly?"
