Chapter 150

FEYRE

These men really have nothing better to do with their time.

I've lost count of how many hours we have been here since I woke up and found myself tied to the chair again. No more words have been said and neither of them have tried to make a move to leave.

As far as my eyes could see at least. None of them have gotten up. They are torturing themselves as well as me with this.

I nod, meaning the man who has been on the stage should come forward. He cocked his brow like he wanted to be sure I was calling him, I rolled my eyes.

"You want me?" he asked, smug. "Didn’t think you’d crack so soon, sweetheart."

"You’ve been sitting there for three hours straight. I'm calling you so I don’t have to keep looking at your stupid face from a distance," I shot back.

A low chuckle rolled from his throat, but he stood up anyway, swaggering toward me like he thought the floor bowed just for him.

"Feisty. Bet that mouth got you into trouble before, h