Chapter 6. She Doesn’t Bite

BELLADONNA

Oh. Oh, there was more life in his eyes now, but it only made his gaze hot, burning, because that life in his eyes was rage. Rage, burning bright and hot. 

Did he hate being called my husband that much? Did it repulse him to that extent? 

You would think seeing that look in his eyes would make me back down, dial down a tune or two, but Belladonna wouldn't do something so boring. 

Kade Varkas was a challenge, a ticking bomb that could go off without warning. It seems we both have something in common. 

“You will be my husband soon,” I said, slipping my feet back into my shoe without taking my eyes off him. “So why don't we get used to it?” 

He said nothing, just stared back at me, but his anger slowly melted away until his face was back to being a blank slate, and his eyes once again soulless. That wasn't fun. 

“You’re right,” he said, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension there. “We’re going to