Chapter 160- Set Up
Beatrice's POV
"Okay," I muttered as I adjusted myself comfortably without even glancing at the door.
I didn't reopen it and close it.
And I wasn't planning to.
"Close the door, Beatrice," Declan said again, his voice low, already starting to sound irritated.
I stared straight ahead like I didn't hear him. I didn't want to reply. Not because I didn't have the words—I had plenty—but because I didn't want to waste my breath on him.
But then again… maybe just this once, I should give him a little something.
A taste of his own stubbornness.
I turned my head slowly and said, "What are you supposed to say when you want someone to do something for you?"
He blinked at me, confused. "Say what? What do you mean say?"
I let out a small, dramatic sigh. "What is the magic word, Declan?"
Now he looked like I'd asked him to recite the alphabet backward. "What magic word?" he asked again, his face twisted in irritation.