The flying ship hummed softly as it cut through the clouds, its cabin swaying with the rhythm of the wind. Sienna sat curled on the lap of her husband, his hands resting firmly against her bare feet. He was warming her feet with deliberate stokes. His touch was steady, almost ritualistic, as though he were trying to chase away not just the chill in the air but the sting of humiliation she had endured.
Then, without warning, his voice broke the silence.
"Sienna, are you a dog? The royals tell you to go and you follow like one?"
Sienna's eyes widened, her chest tightening with office. "A dog?" she echoed, her voice sharp. "You are the dog. You come from a family of dogs!"
Elias raised his brows, and his hands froze.
"I was kidnapped and carried to that spa just as you carried me out. Do you call yourself a dog too? Look at my feet, look at my outfit. You didn't even give me a chance to change my clothes or wear my boots. Now, you are feeling my toes like some kind of pervert."
