Chapter 29

Hunter still has fun with my reaction as he stands up with the help of the cane, staggering and gasping for the pain in his legs. He stares at me with a challenging glow in his eyes, and his posture exudes that predatory arrogance that I hate.

"You're not able to dance for me," you'repeated, sarcastic and mocking.

"Continue" encourage Penelope in a very audible hiss, her voice echoing in the waters. I don't turn around to see what she's doing.

"There is no music" I answer to Hunter, very satisfied with not having to taste anything for his stupid inflated ego. "And you won't use my weak point against me.”

Without any warning, he steps in my way, close enough to touch my face. And that's exactly what he does.

"Too late, beautiful girl," whispers, caressing my cheek with a finger.

The soft clamor of a piano resonates softly beyond where we are, and I don't need to turn around to know that it's one of Penelope's tricks. Hunter takes another step, lowering hi