She nodded and turned to leave. "Oh, and King?"
The terse way she said my name had my dick swelling. “Yeah?"
“You ever pull some shit like you did in the cupboard again, and I will end you. I won't wait for Gabe to do it. I'll put you down again, permanently. Do you understand?"
I smirked at her. "Just one question." I knew I was playing with fire.
"What?"
“I know how good you are. You could have put me on my arse anytime while we were in the cupboard. Why didn't you?"
She pressed her full lips together and turned. "Meet me at the gun range in ten minutes."
"Now? It's dark."
“You afraid of the dark, King?"
And there it was again, the pull on my dick. "No, ma'am."
"Suit up then. I'll see you there in ten."
Well, it seemed that Saffron Abott was going to train me after all. The question was, why had she really changed her mind?
* * *
Saffron
“I have to say,I'm surprised by you. You normally wouldn't let a trainee get the best of you."
I frowned at Gabe across the dinner table. "What do you mean ‘let him’?"
"Oh, come on, you really want me to believe that he navigated that last training exercise all on his own?"
"As a matter of fact, he did. I had nothing to do with it."
"He found you rather easily. Are you losing your touch?"
I knew what he was doing. This was his favorite game… to try and see if he could needle me, but I wasn't going to take the bait.
“You would think at some point you would get tired of this game."
"Tired? Of what game? Trying to see if I can get a rise out of you? Never."
I rolled my eyes. "He's very good.” And that was all I could say about that. “You should be very happy. One of your recruits actually surpassed his master for once."
His brow dropped into a deep furrow. “I know it's weird for you, having me practically running things. But I'll have you know that most of my recruits perform well. I don't pick wrong often."
"Oh yes, it all comes down to your choice, not the training. If you say so."
Gabe put down his fork. “Is something wrong? You seem off. A little spicier than usual."
I shrugged. "Nothing's wrong."
"What is it? How did I irritate you today?"
“Did I say you irritated me?"
“It's usually the reason behind everything. I do something wrong, you don't tell me about it, and you expect me to read your damn mind."