"This portion of the second floor is reserved for his Lordship. Knocking at the door should bring his attention to you, though I would very much recommend against doing that."
I take a deep breath. I don't carewhohe is. I've dealt with men like him my whole life. My father, my boyfriends. Guys who think they can control me and decide who I'm going to be or what I'm going to do. Guys who don't respect boundaries.
I steel myself and walk quickly. I get to the door and pound on it before I lose my nerve.
Did I pound too hard?Maybe I should have done it a little more softly. No! That's wrong. I'm pissed at him and I'm here to give him a piece of my mind. Stealing my property and eavesdropping on me isn't cool.
Okay, so maybe lying to him about who I am and pretending to marry him isn't cool either, but he's a criminal! A thug and a murderer. I've seen him covered in someone'sblood.
I've seen him covered in someone's blood?Am I crazy? Should I even be here confronting him?
