Liam stared down at Marissa. He listened to her soft, fragile voice. He saw the tears shining in her dark eyes. For a moment, his massive ego was pleased. He liked hearing that she felt helpless. He liked knowing she was completely at his mercy.
But Prince Liam was not a complete fool. He remembered how clever she was. He remembered the trap at the Golden Swan.
Liam narrowed his eyes. The cruel smirk returned to his bruised face.
"You are too scheming," Liam replied, his voice cold and suspicious. He did not move away from her. "I know how your mind works, Marissa. You set traps. You plan things. I had to take precautions tonight. That is why you are tied up."
Marissa kept her face completely calm, even though her heart was racing. She was still sitting up, trapped between his heavy knees. She knew she had to hit him where it hurt the most. She had to attack his fragile pride.
She tilted her head slightly.
