Candy looked from him, to the pieces in his hand and back again. She looked at him like he was mad. “What’s that?”

“Some pieces that my family has collected over the years. An emerald ring. A diamond and ruby encrusted brooch. This… he held up the necklace and pendant, is a two carrot diamond.”

She frowned. “Okay.” Her frown deepened and she took a step back.

“They’re yours.” It was too late to back out. By now the voice was screaming to him not to do it.

Fuck it!

“I want to rut you. I will give you the jewels as payment. This”—he rattled the priceless heirlooms in his hand—“is what you understand. Am I correct?”

“Fuck you,” a whisper.

“Yes.” He raised his brows. “I want you to fuck me. You did it with all those humans and for less, I am sure.”

Her hand lashed out and she slapped him across the face… hard. “No.” Her voice trembled. She cleared her throat. “You misunderstand. Fuck you!” She yelled. “As in take your money, your diamands, your title… you can take it all and shove it.” Candy sucked in a deep breath.

Fear gripped him. “I don’t understand. You’ll fuck all of those—”

“I wouldn’t lower myself and have sex with you if you were the last guy on the planet. Guys like you are the reason I had a whole list of rules in the first place. I’m leaving now. I want nothing to do with you. Don’t you dare try and stop me.” Her eyes shone.

“Fine,” he snarled. “Whatever! There are other females out there. In fact, I heard something about another hunt in a week or two.” It was a lie. There was a hunt but he wouldn’t be bringing a female back.

Candy flinched like he’d physically hurt her. “Just take me home, or better yet, get one of your guys to do it. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

It hurt so much he could hardly breathe. What the fuck had he done?

No! Wait just a minute.

Torrent had tried everything. It was Candy’s fault. Her own damned fault. She didn’t want him. He’d tried hard. He would’ve done anything for her. Right now, he was taking his own advice, there were more females out there. Torrent shrugged. He pretended not to care. He tried to get his heart rate under control and tried to breathe, even though it felt like a mountain was sitting on his chest, squeezing the life out of him. “I renounce you as well. You’ll be back in Walton Springs before nightfall.” Torrent turned and strode from the room. He tripped and almost fell as the door closed behind him. His eyes stung and his throat felt thick.