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of the best remedies for a good night’s sleep is an … orgasm.” He smiled as soon as my mouth dropped open. “Perhaps I could be of service to you.”
    I immediately shook my head, but didn’t reply , still not able to find my tongue. Instead, I repeatedly attempted to access his mind, but kept slamming against a wall. “Does Jolie know you’re here?” I asked, hoping to get past his bulwark, but my third attempt was just as fruitless as the first two.
    Try again! I yelled at myself.
    The problem I was coming across wasn’t because I couldn’t read Sinjin—I’d managed to the first time I’d met him when he’d entered our camp to release my sister when she was our prisoner. But although I had managed to read his thoughts then, they were never very clear. Oddly enough, they came across as feelings rather than words, which was unusual. Most times people thought in words and images together, with the occasional emotion thrown in for good measure. It was rare to encounter someone who merely thought in terms of feelings but nothing else.
    “T o answer your question as to why I am here, the queen has requested that I visit you,” Sinjin said. “Consider me a vamp bearing gifts,” he finished, holding his arms out. That was when I realized he was carrying a pile of folded clothes. I’d been so surprised by Sinjin’s visit and then so enamored of his looks that I hadn’t even noticed he was carrying anything.
    “Gifts?” I repeated, my tone slightly angry in response to the disappointment and irritation I felt with myself. A handsome man shouldn’t have had this reaction on me. There were plenty of good-looking Elemental men in my tribe and I’d never afforded them a fluttered heartbeat. I was seriously off my game …
    “I came to deliver apparel to you, milady, the Bête Noire, herself,” Sinjin sang in his nonchalant manner that I found highly exasperating.
    “You came to deliver apparel to who?” I repeated, frowning because I didn’t understand what he was talking about. That, and I was still upset with myself.
    “To whom , my little fury,” Sinjin corrected me with an impish smile. “To the Bête Noir,” he repeated again.
    “It wasn’t my auditory processing that was in question,” I retorted as I speared his smile with a frown. “I don’t know what that word means.”
    “Ah,” Sinjin responded as his eyebrows reached for the ceiling. He shook his head like it was a big shame. “Perhaps someone did not perform to her full potential on the vocabulary section of the SAT.”
    “Ha-ha,” I replied sarcastically, surprised he even knew what the SAT was. I didn’t imagine England followed the same testing standards that the States did, and Sinjin was about as English as they came. I crossed my arms over my chest when his gaze immediately settled on my bust.
    “I will leave th ose two little words a mystery for you to solve,” Sinjin replied as his eyes met mine again. “Consider it your homework assignment.”
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head before inspecting the clothes he carried in his hands. “I already told Jolie I’m not interested in all the crap she insists on trying to give me. I’m not about to become her newest charity case.”
    “Unruffle those feathers, princess,” Sinjin said with an animated smile. He shook his head and made a clicking sound with his mouth that, when paired with his gaze as it roved my figure, revealed approval.
    “Do you have to keep doing that?” I inquired, throwing my hands on my hips as I glared at him.
    “Doing what?” he repeated with a shrug.
    “You keep looking me up and down like a perv and it’s pissing me off!” I answered. “How would you like it if I kept staring at your … package?” I shouted, feeling my anger spiraling out of control. There was only so much incarceration, hunger and unwanted visitors that I could deal with. Apparently, I’d reached my limit.
    Sinjin shrugged again as if he weren’t in the least bit