Iniquitous (The Marked, #3)

by Bianca Scardoni

“Of all the priceless books in this place, you grabbed a gossip rag?” I shook my head at him. “It’s not a gossip rag, it’s a Men’s Health Magazine.” “Uh-huh. Sure, it is.” I made a mocking face at Dominic and we both laughed. “I ain’t plannin’ on reading it anyway,” snapped Maz. “I’m just flipping through the pictures to kill some time.” “Okay. Cool beans.” Honestly, I hardly cared. His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s it to you anyway, hell-girl?” Well, that escalated quickly.

How dare he presume to know what’s best for me. “You don’t have the right! You don’t know anything about me, Dominic, least of all how I would react to something like this.” God, where did he even get off? “Oh? I don’t know anything about you?” He stood up and took a daunting step towards me. “I know you better than you know yourself right now. I know what you need. I know what you want even before you beg me for it,” he said, his tone drenched with impish accusations, “I know what will make you stronger, and I damn well know what will slow you down. You can sit here like a petulant child and deny it, but it doesn’t change the facts one bit.” I smacked him in the face. Hard. Aside from clenching his jaw, there was zero reaction from him. But it pleased me nonetheless. “Didn’t see that one coming, did you, Mr. Know-it-all?” My chest was rising and falling so fast, it was making me dizzy, but I refused to back down from him.

think you…somehow…levitated the furniture.” His brows creased as though he were troubled by his own words. His eyes roamed the room again as though scouring it for evidence. “Everything dropped as soon as you sat up.” “Oh? And what exactly did I levitate it with, Trace? My magic breasts?” He cracked a smile. “They are pretty magical.” I smacked him on the chest. “Be serious!”