"You chose this yourself," Isabella said, her eyes glittering like sharpened glass. "So don't regret it later, Mr. Victor Steele. I, Isabella, have never been a vegetarian."
Victor raised a brow, clearly amused. Was this little cat threatening to turn into a beast and eat him alive?
Interesting.
He had never been afraid of wild things, least of all one this small.
A slow, arrogant smile curved his lips. "No matter how fierce a beast is, it still belongs to its master. Miss Cruz, I'm sorry, but I am your master."
"Oh?" She tilted her head, a wicked sparkle dancing in her eyes. "Haven't you heard of a tiger that swallows its master whole? Maybe I'll lick your bones clean."
The playful cruelty in her tone made her look less like a lady and more like a little devil, sweet and dangerous at once.
