Page 116 of Pretty Twisted Games


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It was as familiar as the breath over my shoulder. A tempting allure. Always beckoning, setting me on edge.

The thing that could snap me in two with his big, strong, jaws. “Rook,” I whimpered.

Heart racing, I bolted forward, hoping he wouldn’t notice the small pitter patter in the quiet.

But his footsteps rushed towards me, swift and light and incredibly fast. My fear broke through the silence. Agile legs leaping, I bolted right and left and right, zigzagging through the underbrush.

The garden shifted, turning into forest and swamp. Mud sucking, insects swarming.

He was getting closer and closer.

The sound of his gnarling just behind me.

Then his breath is on my shoulder, the snap of his jaw at my ear. “Hello, bunny. Time to come out and play."

I screamed as my leg was jerked out from under me; I was caught in his strong, powerful jaws.

Ring, ring, ring. Saul’s screeching voice, “You will get me what I want!”

Flames singed my fur. The phone in my paw melting. The sky an ocean of orange and blue.

My eyes bolted open, my heart pounding. My mouth gaping in a silent scream. Frozen in fear.

I was in my bed. Dreaming.

I sucked in a breath, my cheeks wet with tears.

I blinked, my mind fuzzy. There was something… Something my mind was trying to grasp but I couldn’t quite hold it.

There was a warmth at my back, a strong band around my stomach.

I jolted when it suddenly came back to me.

Rook.

Saul.

My house burning to the ground.

I’d left Rook's office fuming.

He’d been such a dick.

Not only had I failed in my mission to seduce him, but I’d actually opened myself up to him. Been vulnerable. Talked about my teacher and being a virgin.

And he’d played me like a fucking violin.

But was that so surprising?

My whole life had been that way. First my father shipping me off to school as soon as my mother was dead.

The one thing all boys at school had in common was their own self-interest.

And then there was Garrett. He’d been so charming. And kind.

He said he didn’t care that I was a virgin. And yet, where the hell was he? Not here, when I needed him the most, that was for sure. He’d disappeared, without a word.

So Rook—Rook was just another in a long line of men who’d disappointed me.

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