— Living with you is unbearable! — I threw at him angrily.
— You can always leave, — Dane said with a smirk. He leaned back into the chair and mockingly tossed his legs onto the newly polished little table.
— Well, you wouldn’t even go… —
— Where? — he cut me off.
— Come on, be bolder, Lady Valeri, to court? So because of him we ended up together—or do you want to confess everything? I ground my teeth in despair and then delivered a precise blow with a wet rag across Dane’s white pants.
— What do you think you’re doing?! — he growled, jumping to his feet.
— You can always leave, — I repeated, just as sarcastically.
— And don’t you dare hope! — he snapped and stepped toward me. I flinched and hit the wall.
— I’ll make your life so unbearable that you’ll confess, Valeri, — he exhaled into my lips, — that you’ll tell everything.