My first night in the Warlord's chambers does not go quite as expected. After our evening meal together, I try to leave again. Without a word, Wolfe picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder, slaps my ass much harder than necessary and strides toward the Warlord's bedchamber.
He tosses me onto his bed but doesn't watch to see if I land okay. Instead, he turns away from me and immediately begins stripping off his clothes. Assuming that he intends to have s*x with me, I yank my knife from my belt and hold it out in front of me. I'd told him our last encounter was a one-time deal. If he so much as touches me, I'll stab him until he understands.
He continues to ignore me as he washes up in a bowl of warm sudsy water that had been left on the table beside the window. The same bowl where he wa
