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“You did. I heard it for myself. You gave him a blowjob when you didn’t want to.”
Her cheeks pinked, highlighting her stunning eyes.
I froze as I fully took in the colour.
I guessed she was like me. A fusion of lineages. An exotic creature blended with culture and authenticity.
But her eyes?
They were as unique as her inky hair.
The lightest hazel. The faintest honey. A golden brown that bordered on inhuman.
She blinked, breaking the spell she’d cast me under.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you eavesdropping is poor form?” She sniffed. “And besides, you don’t know a damn thing about me. Even if you did listen—”
“I learned you like rocks.” I grinned coldly. “You’re adopted and adore your family, especially your brother. I know you’re unfulfilled in your work and most likely haven’t figured out what you want to do with your life. I also know you haven’t been properly fucked since you agreed to date that asshole and probably wanted to end it for far longer than you care to admit.”
Her mouth fell open. “Who the hell are you?”
I froze for a heartbeat as her question soaked into my skull.
Who was I?
The bastard son of a monster? The orphaned son of a dead mother? The unwanted half-brother of a trafficker-killing vigilante—
I’m dead.
If the Master Jeweler didn’t kill me for seeing through my lies, then my brother would for seeing the truth.
That truth tainted my tongue, and before I could censor or shut down what needed to be shut down, I snarled, “I’m barely clinging to sanity, that’s who I am. I’m pretty sure my life is already forfeit and you…” I chuckled low and deep. “You are the worst thing to ever happen to me because every time I look at you, I hurt. And when I hurt, bad things happen.”
She stiffened. “If I hurt you so much, then let me go.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?” She threw up her free arm. “Of course, you can. Just open your stupidly strong fingers and—”
“I paid a tidy sum for you.”
“Paid?” Her eyes cooled, glittering like chips of amber. “You gave my stupid ex money for something he had no right to sell. That transaction wasn’t legal, and you know it. Go chase Sam if you want your money back because I’m not giving you shit.”
The way her shoulders tightened with hate.
The way her skin flushed with anger and sweet, sweet rebellion.
She’d be stunning when she broke.
She’d be the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, gasping and kiss-bruised, begging at my feet.
An involuntary groan escaped me.
“Let go of me,” she commanded. “I won’t ask again.”
Breathing hard, I held her rage-violent stare for a moment, then shoved through the crowd, dragging her behind me again.
No one looked our way.
