Could it be?
A familiar set of bright, icy-blue eyes stares back at me through the narrow gap, and my heart skips a beat.
Atreus.
The flicker of hatred burns brighter than ever the moment he steps inside. Not for his insolence but for the fact that I might still have a chance after all at seeing this through.
“Hello, Miss Reed.”
The mere sound of his low timbre sets my body on fire.
Fuck.
Even now, I still want to jump his bones.
The door is pushed open farther, and two cops step inside with tasers and guns at the ready, as they probably wish to take me somewhere else. All it does is make me laugh.
“You think that’s going to keep you safe from me?”
The cops begin to sweat. Rightfully so.
I’ve murdered men for less.
Atreus nods at them, and the men approach to ensure my cuffs are still on both my wrists and ankles before they pick me up from the floor.
“Bring her to room 2.”
They drag me with them, and I let them, because I’m mildly amused at the idea of them trying to contain me like I’m some kind of wild animal they captured.
I’m pushed into a room with the number 2 labeled on the front, and they shut the door behind us before setting me down on a chair behind a table, all of which is screwed to the floor to ensure I don’t use them as weapons.
Smart.
The cops tie my cuffs to the table and double-check I’m secured before they exit the room.
The lock falls back into place.
Atreus sits down in front of me on the other side of the table.
My chair isn’t the only one screwed in place.
And I’m not entirely sure I’m the only one who would be willing to use it as a weapon to get my way.
Between us is a single plastic bottle of water and two plastic cups.
He stares me down, but my eyes skitter past him toward all four corners of the wall. Two cameras are opposite me. The walls are solid. No windows. No see-through panel.
He wants privacy.
A wretched smile forms on my face.
Maybe I’m not the only one with secrets.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
I smirk. “Are you asking yourself or me?”
“Why?”
