Yes, Tiberius. He was her husband, wasn’t he? Or was their marriage as wide open as she had made it sound that once, and she actually had all manner of men in her life? Kris almost snorted at the thought. Presumably she wasn’t stupid enough to be as loud about something like that now that her identity wasn’t in the least concealed.
It made him wonder if her husband knew about that little interaction, though, and the way she obviously conducted herself in public. (Never mind that Kristoffer had been comporting himself in much the same manner – no one cared about his public conduct, anyway.) Surely Tiberius didn’t condone her rudeness and insinuations and tirades? He kept her close, did he? Kristoffer narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. He hadn’t been dancing with her then.
(The problem was that he had never paid a whit of attention to Tiberius and Antigone and their relationship before. Maybe he would have to now, just out of morbid curiosity?)
“Why?” Kris replied, with a slow smirk and a glimmer of challenge in his tone. If he let the jibe about not having a backbone slide, it was only because he thought not bristling at it would annoy her more. “What are you going to threaten me with this time, if I have?” It was a good question. Was he going to try anything? They were in private this time – although, quite possibly, being right under the family’s nose was not better, but worse.
It made him wonder if her husband knew about that little interaction, though, and the way she obviously conducted herself in public. (Never mind that Kristoffer had been comporting himself in much the same manner – no one cared about his public conduct, anyway.) Surely Tiberius didn’t condone her rudeness and insinuations and tirades? He kept her close, did he? Kristoffer narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. He hadn’t been dancing with her then.
(The problem was that he had never paid a whit of attention to Tiberius and Antigone and their relationship before. Maybe he would have to now, just out of morbid curiosity?)
“Why?” Kris replied, with a slow smirk and a glimmer of challenge in his tone. If he let the jibe about not having a backbone slide, it was only because he thought not bristling at it would annoy her more. “What are you going to threaten me with this time, if I have?” It was a good question. Was he going to try anything? They were in private this time – although, quite possibly, being right under the family’s nose was not better, but worse.
