THIRTY

~ Matteo ~

I wasn't a fool; I knew precisely what was going through her pretty blonde head. I had handed her the knife for a reason; I wanted to know exactly what was going on in her sly mind. I had never really spent a lot of time with gypsies, but I knew they hated to be locked up; they craved the freedom and space to roam. The week she had spent confined was bound to be getting to her, and I doubt very much the auction house offered her outdoor space.

"All good?" I asked as I bent down to pick up a frying pan.

"Yep!" She snapped, popping the P. A smile curled to my lips; she was a stubborn one! Without looking over my shoulder at her, I placed the pan on the hob and sprayed a little oil onto it. Now, she had two weapons. I was genuinely curious what she would do with the opportunity placed in front of her.

"I hope you like chicken!" I mused as I returned to the fridge and pulled out diced chicken to fry. Turning, I came face to face with her cute little face, staring at me with