A Court of Witches and Curses

{ACOTAR X READER/POC OC}
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I blinked innocently, despite the fact that the lack of space between us and the way his breath is fanning across my skin makes my desire anything but chaste. "What's your problem?"

The words are meant to be strong, but the cracks in my resolve are clear and make his expression shift to one of a twisted smile, calloused and yet intoxicating. "My problem," he echoes like it should be obvious, "Is that I couldn't find you-and then I had to smell you on someone else."

This is insane. The conversation in the hall lasted at least a minute. "We barely talked, and it's not like I owe you anything."

"Don't mention him," he growls, "And I'll show you what is owed."