"You're mistaken, Raina," he said calmly, watching her expression carefully trying to determine her thoughts.
Raina was nearly vibrating with fury. "I'm wrong in thinking that you intend this room for me?"
He shoved a frustrated hand through his hair. "Yes, of course this room is for you. But it's not a prison."
Raina pointed at the bars on the window, her hand shaking. "Prison."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "If it becomes a prison then it's a prison of your own making."
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" she snapped, hands on her hips.
He took a step toward her, close enough that she could smell the subtle hint of his spicy aftershave. He was so breathtakingly handsome it f****d with her nerves. Her libido wanted to stand up and take notice of him even when the logical part o
