Chapter19

Carrie’s Point of View I must have fallen asleep in his chair because the sound of the door opening woke me. I stiffened. My nameless mate was looking at me with an inscrutable expression. I smiled sarcastically. "Made yourself comfortable?" he asked. I smiled at the annoyance in his voice. My invasion of his stupid little man cave bothered him. I didn't care. It was his fault I was still stuck here, disrespecting or annoying him as my only recourse. I hid my smile as his dark eyes flicked to the coffee table, where I'd left as much of a mess as I could conjure up from his sparse possessions. I'd done the same thing to the table, and he hadn't failed to notice that, either. "Sorry, was I supposed to be tied up somewhere? I got the impression that I was free to roam my cage." He stared at me for another long moment as if he would like to argue before he sighed and simply went down the hall. I rolled my eyes and returned to the screen asking if I was still watching. I selected yes, then