"You will?" Varrel shot her a stare full of disbelief. The corners of his lips tugged, stretched-unstretched, like he was holding back a laugh.
Lethia chuckled. "Why? You don't believe me?"
"Who will?" Varrel stood from his kneel and caged Lethia in the chair with his arms. "Will you believe you'll submit to me willingly?"
Her gaze held nothing but confidence as she met his eyes. "Why not? Like you said, you have what I really want, and Zeran Tuffin can't be trusted. You said you love me. And your desperation proves there's no way you'd betray me again. So, what else must I look for, when everything most women could only dream of is already served on my plate?"
["Oh, for the sake of my holy spirit, what the hell are you planning? I smell the stink that says I'll have to clean up the dirt."]
Varrel stared into Lethia's eyes, trying to read the truth behind her words. His grip on the chair tightened. He knew he couldn't trust her that easily.
