Letisha’s POV
“No?” I asked incredulously. I’d expected some protest against my request. I knew instinctively he would insist I rest, but I hadn’t expected him to deny me outright.
Becoming a bit spoiled, aren’t you, Leti?
That might be true. He did have a tendency to spoil me, and I realized immediately that I had become accustomed to it.
I sent him a stubborn look. “What do you mean by that?”
“I think it’s self-explanatory, Little One,” Adrian drawled, his expression just as stubborn as mine.
I ignored his tone and tried to reason with him calmly. “I need my sketchpad. I need to review my design.”
“The only thing you need is to rest,” Adrian insisted.
“There isn’t enough time!” I snapped. Why couldn’t he understand?
“This isn’t worth compromising your health, Letisha.” His voice was stern and uncompromising. It wasn’t a tone I wasn’t used to hearing from him. At least, not directed towards me.