But then, his hand wandered a little too low on my side. I shot him a puzzled look.
Then, with two fingers, he twisted my side.
I winced, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.
I buried my face in his shoulder, trying to hide my discomfort. In a moment of defiance, I attempted to sneak a grab at his thigh, but he must have anticipated my move. Gabriel caught my wrist with his other hand, pinning it against his leg and tightening his grip as a warning.
I wanted to kick my legs in protest.
"Reward," Gabriel said, his tone casual.
The maids giggled, bowed, and filed out of the room.
As the door clicked shut behind them, I let out a small whimper and broke free from his hold, dropping to the floor.
"You're truly wicked," I huffed, glaring up at him.
Gabriel stood up, a smirk playing on his lips as he squatted down in front of me, patting my head like I was a child.
"There's nothing useful in this room. I'll take you to the prison someday, and then you can really test your wits against me."
I was taken aback, disbelief washing over me as I met his gaze. But I surrendered quickly.