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There’s a possessive growl attached to the word mine, and I gasp as heat floods my body. Nothing about this situation should be hot. I’m terrified. My adrenaline’s running on high, and my heart feels like it could beat right out of my chest.
I’m being hunted.
By a maniac.
Probably a killer.
A very hot murderer. Why is it that the villains are always sexy and delicious?
Little drops of red paint the white marble floor in swaying lines, and as I follow the trail with my eyes, I realize that it’s blood...and it’s not mine.
There’s only one other person in this room, and he’s stalking me. Bleeding.
If someone hit me like that, I’d run the other way, probably screaming my lungs out the entire time. But these men are made differently than most, and a little blood doesn’t scare them.
It might even excite them.
“Are you scared, malyshka?”
Shit, he’s closer than I thought. I got distracted and let myself slow down.
“Can you feel your heart pounding?”
My heart skips a beat, and I have to bite back a scared little whine in my throat.
“Your pulse racing?”
I draw as deep a breath as I dare and start walking faster toward the exit. My socks give me relative stealth, and I walk as quickly as possible.
“I won’t hurt you,” Mikhail murmurs, so soft that I wouldn’t hear him if it weren’t for the echo. “If that’s what you’re so afraid of, I promise, I’ll never hurt you.”
Forgive me if I don’t believe that from someone I just mained with a fucking lamp.
“But I think...” His voice echoes from all sides.
I whip my head around to try and catch him walking toward me, but it’s impossible to know where he’s coming from. The blood on the floor is splattered all around now, impossible to track as we walk in circles around each other.
“…I think that you’re scared of something else.” He steps into view at the end of my aisle, the grin on his face pure triumph. Blood drips down a gouge in his forehead, covering his cheek and staining his crisp blue button-down, before drip-dropping on the marble. “Any idea what that could be?”
I lift my chin high and stare Mikhail down. My knees are shaking, and I think the adrenaline is making me woozy, but if he enjoys the hunt, I won’t give him the satisfaction of chasing me down.
I’ll come to him.
I take careful steps forward, running my hand along the shelf to my right to keep me steady. He stands completely still as I approach, his eyes alight with mischievous joy as I stop in front of him.
But I’m not here to play his little game.
“I want to see my father.” I cross my arms over my chest and press my lips together tightly. “Now.”
Mikhail tilts his head to the side as he studies me. “And what do I get for taking you to him?”
My confidence wavers. What if my father already knows I’m here? Is he avoiding seeing me? Is he allowing his men to toy with me?
Is he really dead like Andrei says he is?
Mikhail’s hand cups my cheek, his expression softening. “Don’t look so sad, malyshka. These are the rules of the game. You need to learn them to survive.”
“I don’t want to play your stupid games.”
