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“If I wanted to kill your mom, she’d be dead.”
He pushed away from the wall as his arms unfolded, and I watched while he put the knife in his boot in a movement as fluid as breathing.
“You know why I’m here,” he repeated in a low, demanding tone.
/> “Do I?” I tried to make my tone challenging, but it came out as nothing more than a breath.
The truth was, he could be here for a dozen reasons. And I had no intention of showing him my cards by assuming which one of those reasons had forced him to track me down after all these years.
He only lifted a blond brow in response.
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here so I can help you leave that much faster?” I edged closer, silently cursing myself for the way my breath hitched when my body brushed against his. “As much as I’d love to make some money tonight, I somehow doubt an assassin is here to help fill my wallet.”
Kieran’s eyes narrowed, and he flinched at my words, the movement so slight it would’ve been unnoticeable if I hadn’t been pressed against him.
“Tell me how you know what I am.”
“Probably the same way you knew where I lived.” I lifted a shoulder. “Followed. Watched. Listened.”
“Asked Beck,” he ground out.
“Not a chance in . . .” My face fell when I realized Kieran was answering me rather than assuming what my next response would be. “That bastard.”
The betrayal cut through me fast, leaving a stinging sensation I couldn’t understand. All he’d ever done was betray me. I shouldn’t have been surprised he’d lead an assassin right to us.
“Find your way back out the window,” I sneered as I turned, storming across my tiny room and stripping out of my shirt.
I threw it into the hamper harder than necessary, and I knew even as the material left my fingers that I looked like a child throwing a tantrum. But I couldn’t find it in me to care. My frustration and hatred for the men who tried to control my life made me angry.
I stepped out of my heels and toed them toward the closet then shimmied out of my jeans and balled them up to throw them with the same force. Yanking open a drawer, I grabbed the oversized shirt sitting on top of the pile of clothes and started shrugging into it but paused when I felt the threatening presence behind me.
I turned to find Kieran where I’d left him—his eyes locked on my bed and jaw clenched tight. His chest was expanding with rough jerks, and that hatred in his eyes was more evident than ever.
Feeling is mutual, Nightshade.
Forcing my mouth to crack into a smile, I sauntered toward him as I let the shirt fall over my body, covering me.
“Does seeing another woman undress make you uncomfortable after the little mob princess slipped through your fingers?” I giggled darkly when his cruel glare locked on me and shifted my arms into the shirt to work off my bra. I pulled it off slowly, palming the smaller knife I kept clipped to the front of it before tossing the bra onto my bed. “What does he give her that you couldn’t?”
The muscles in Kieran’s jaw ticked, and the anger rolling off his body suddenly felt like a living thing. But his stare never wavered from mine as I soundlessly opened the knife at my side.
“Or did I hit a little too close for comfort last night?” I asked, my voice both seductive and mocking as I took another step closer to him and then another. “Could you just not satisfy her?”
“Enough.”
My brows rose at the growl behind his demand. “Is that right?”
His eyes held so much warning as I took the last step to press my body against his.
My body trembled and begged to get closer still, but I forced myself not to move.
I hated him for the way he felt.
I hated him for the way my body craved more and betrayed me.
I hated him for everything he was and for making me want him in a way I’d never wanted a man.
I hated him.
