Sylus arched his brow at me like I'd asked the stupidest question.
He chuckled. "You need me to spend the day with you so you could drive me nuts more than you already did?"
I wanted to punch him so badly.
"This isn't about you, grumpy Jones. I just want to let you know that I'll be going out while you're gone. Maybe a movie or something." No, I wanted to visit the orphanage to check on the girl. I'd been restless since the night before.
"No," Sylus disagreed. "You aren't allowed to do that."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You can't leave this house, and you're not allowed to go anywhere, not without my eyes on you."
I stared at him as if he had two heads. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think I married you to become a prisoner?"
The air between us thickened with tension, pissing me off further.
