"Like me…" Violet whispered mostly to herself. To hear the man describe her as just another dish at his banquet when she'd tried so, so hard to set herself apart, was devastating.
A dish he'd already tasted too, so why would he go back for more?
Leo's keen ears still heard her. "Aye, like you. I mean, I appreciate what you've done, Lady Violet. It was all very pleasurable. But you can't seriously expect more from me. I've already given you enough memories to last a lifetime, haven't I?"
Oh, the arrogance of him. If I had a knife, I'd cut out his black, unfeeling heart from his body this moment, Violet thought as rage and despair began throbbing through her.
She heard the prince snort. "Oh fuck. Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Don't try and guilt me by giving me one of those shocked, hurt faces. Let's not pretend this was anything more than it actually was, Violet."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped.