I saw a jagged cut on the underside of his jaw and reached for his chin. “This looks bad.”
“On the contrary, Heiress, bleeding is a devastatingly good look for me.”
“You’re smiling,” I told him, disgruntled when the last one turned up nothing.
“I like a challenge.” Jameson gave me a look that reminded me that I’d been a challenge for him.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Heiress?”
I stared at him, disbelief giving way to anger that bubbled up in me and exploded out. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one who locked me in the world’s most bejeweled escape room!”
I wasn’t sure how to say this to make him believe it, so I put both my hands flat on his chest and stared into green eyes that I knew better than anyone else’s.