I felt my heart turn cold, colder than it had ever been. I pulled my hands free from his grip, sneering. "Are you suggesting I become your mistress? Or that she does? Which one of us is supposed to play that role?"
It was laughable, really. How little he understood me, or maybe how little he cared.
Also, the fact that he had not even signed the divorce papers, as if toying with my life was some casual game for him, was just the final insult.
Anger flashed across Sylus’ face. He cornered me, grabbing both of my arms with a force that stung. “I’m not asking you to be a mistress!
“I want you to remain the hostess of our family. But I need you to tolerate her. She is an orphan. She has no one but me.”
I stared into his eyes, unflinching. “I am also an orphan, if that is your excuse for keeping her around. But forget it, I certainly will never be your hostess anymore.”
His desperation showed as he leaned his head on my shoulder, his voice lowering. “What do you want from me, Lily? Do you really want me to cancel the wedding?”
His words slithered into my ears like poison, but I would never be fooled by his mind games again. I steeled myself and leaned close, my breath cold against his ear.