She stepped toward him now, fierce and fire-eyed. "You want us both. You want me, my beauty wrapped in power, and you want Chayara—delicate, broken."
"What is happening to you?" he asked, hands half raised in helplessness. "You love your cousin. What is going on?"
"I'm going to my house," Queen announced. She turned away from him.
"The house you refuse to live in with me," she added without looking back. "Because you cannot handle an independent woman. You cannot have both worlds, Drake."
"I am not Chay," she said with finality, hand on the knob. "And Chay isn't me."
"I don't even want Chay like that! All we ever had was one kiss—one kiss to draw the line!" Drake snapped, arms wide in exasperation.
"You kissed her?!"
Drake paled instantly. Oh shit. He'd said too much. He had pulled the pin from the grenade and lobbed it into his own living room.
"Queen—" he started, hand extended.
"When was this?" she demanded, eyes wide.
"Queen, you need to listen to me!"
