He stared up at her, his jaw rigid as he practically demanded, through clenched teeth, that she undo his restraints.
Olivia didn't blink. Slowly, deliberately, she dragged the heavy wooden chair across the stone floor, the screech of wood against stone echoing sharply through the vault. She sat directly in front of him, crossing her legs, her eyes scanning his bound, colossal frame with a cold, mocking satisfaction.
"You know," she murmured, leaning forward slightly, "I have wanted to do this to you every single time we argued. You are truly infuriating, Mathias, and you manage to grow more bothersome by the day."
Mathias let out a dry, rough chuckle from the back of his throat, his dark eyes snapping with defensive pride. "I always knew you were insane, Duchess, but don't you think this is a bit too much? Even for you?"
