Chapter 87

I contemplated breaking her fingers. And his balls.

"Quit it. You're short circuiting," Drio grabbed my hand, flinching at the spark that arced off my palm against his.

"Excuse me," Poppy huffed as Drio pushed the two of us into the room, effectively breaking the two of them apart.

Drio flung his coat onto a chair. "You're excused." He made a shooing motion at her.

She looked at Rohan waiting for her knight in shining armor to step in but he'd registered my presence. His face colored in that purple apoplectic way as he opened his mouth, shut it, then jabbed his index finger between me and a chair. "Sit."

Guess he'd seen the photos.

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Poppy's mood perked right up at Rohan's anger toward me. Smiling, she ran a finger along the outline of her obviously newly reapplied lipstick.

Refusing to sit, I batted my lashes at him. "Punish away, baby." I visibly shivered.

Drio unsuccessfully smothered a laugh.