Page 141 of Lethal King

He grabs it.

To my surprise, he doesn’t seem to notice as something falls from his pocket.

I do.

No matter what’s just happened between us, I can’t help but take advantage of the small slip-up.

Instinct forces me to react. This is my opportunity.

I grunt. My knees give out. Grabbing my stomach, I keel over. “Fuck,” I mumble.

“Roz!” Rian shouts.

Concern whips around in his voice as he reaches down to touch me. I milk his fears for a little longer before letting him help me back to my feet.

“It’s just cramps,” I lie. “Lady problems. Let’s get back to our interrogation.”

“Interrogation?” Flavian catches on. The blood in his cock must finally be rushing back to his head. “What the hell is going on?”

He struggles against his restraints, but there’s no point. He isn’t going anywhere.

We’ve trapped him.

A familiar sense of power washes over me as I subtly slip the device I picked off the ground beneath my beltline.

“You’re going to answer some questions,” Rian says, flicking open his switchblade.

Flavian’s eyes pop wide open.

“What questions? Who are you people?”

The growing panic in his voice is palpable.

A small smile comes over my lips. I’m slowly regaining control.

This is what I live for.

Not any man. Not any cock.

Not Rian Kilpatrick.

This.

Death. Violence. Power.

“You’re about to find out,” I tell him, leaning down nice and close. “But I can promise you one thing. Playtime is over.”

17

Rian

Something is off.

I don’t know what, but I can sense it.

And it has nothing to do with Flavian.

Whatever sent Rozalia falling to the floor has changed her demeanor. How? I can’t exactly tell, but I know I’m not about to turn my attention to anything else until I find out.