“Now is not the time to be stubborn, Moonbeam.” “Wrong. There’s only one thing males see in a shackled female,” I seethe, my words laced with enough venom to stop a heart. “If you want that, you can take it right here so my cellmates can see what a monster you are.” A low rumble boils in his chest, making my skin pebble. “I’m not that sort of monster, Prisoner Seventy-Three. I would not take pleasure from you were it not given freely.
Why call her that nickname? What does he know and/or thinks he knows that he was freaking out about her earlier?
Also, good to know he's not 100% awful.
