“How stupid do you think I am, Bloom?” Carter remarked.
“I’ve never thought you were stupid. You were incredible at your job. And given that Steven only ever promoted attractive men, you probably would’ve made it to the top of the company in a few years.”
Thirteen.
Twelve.
Eleven.
“Can he take the stairs faster than I can get out of here?” Carter tilted his head to the side, suddenly looking like the predator he was.
Technically, I was also a predator. But let’s be real, I was a shitty one.
He’d killed two people now, and successfully poisoned me too.
I either hadn’t really known him, or he’d changed. Maybe some of both.
Guess we weren’t pretending anymore.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
“I didn’t want to have to hurt you,” Carter said.
His expression was eerily calm.
The beating of my heart was anything but that.
“You should’ve known better than to tie yourself to to the wolf,” he added.
“Fate doesn’t care about logic, Carter.”
“Logical people don’t give a shit about fate.”
The elevator dinged.
The doors began to open slowly.
My complete attention was fixed on Carter. I needed to be careful. He was just as fast as I was, on top of being both more deadly and athletic than me.
He also had nothing to lose.
I let out a soft breath—and dodged, when he lunged for me.
The first time, my back hit the elevator wall, and his hand flew past my arm.
The second, my knees hit the floor as I threw myself ungracefully across the elevator.
It was another bad call.
He grabbed me by the throat and hauled me back to my feet, holding me in front of him with his fangs only inches from my new scars as the doors opened completely.
We were at the elevator’s entrance, probably so no one could rush past and catch him from behind.
