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Neon smiled. “Have a good run?”

Granite glanced from her to me. People said eyes were the windows of the soul, but not his. It couldn’t be. If it were, his soul was as dark and wicked as the glare in his green eyes. Malevolent. Sinful. Golden specks of immorality.

My breath hitched, and thick mucus that still tasted like chocolate caught in the back of my throat, choking me.

Granite took the empty chocolate wrappers from Neon’s hands. “Leave.” He was talking to her even though his eyes remained pinned on me. Neon didn’t hesitate. She just shot me a look as if to say, ‘Good luck, Swan Lake,’ then left.

After she left, his big frame blocked the open door. He reached up, dragging a hand down his beard, and that was when I saw it. Blood. His hand was covered in it, dried blood stuck on his cuticles. My gaze slipped down. There were splatters of blood on his jeans, his shoes, and it sent a blast of horror through my insides. The sight of him demanded fear strong enough to split my spine in half.

A half-smile started at the corner of his mouth, making it seem like my fear amused him. As if he knew the sight of him covered in blood turned my body cold.

“Still think you know who I am, ballerina girl?”

Dizziness dug its claws into my head, nausea tightening around my stomach.

Please don’t throw up. Please don’t throw up.

I threw up.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

GRANITE

The look on her face was priceless. Her skin was already naturally pale. The sight of blood on my hands and clothing turned her complexion to a ghostly white. It didn’t require rocket science to know she was about to vomit. Even if I wasn’t covered in blood, the two chocolate bars Neon made her eat would have done the trick on its own.

I watched silently as she hurled, her body jerking as it rid itself of the four hundred calories she just shoved down her throat.

Alyx kept vomiting until there was nothing left and she started to dry-heave. I leaned against the doorframe. “You should have eaten the salad.”

“Screw you,” she spat, hands on her knees and hunched over.

I walked in and shut the door. “You know, for a woman who’s in the position you are, you sure know how to dig yourself a deeper hole by talking shit.”

“That’s funny because from where I’m standing,” she stood straight, “it doesn’t seem like the hole can get any deeper.”

I looked at the black t-shirt she had on and frowned. “Apparently, my babysitter has a sense of humor.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then took a seat on the bed. Her hair was wet, and judging by the sharp scent of vanilla and soap, I’d guess Neon had her take a shower. Pity the pungent stench of vomit was starting to ruin it.

I glanced at the vomit on the floor then back at her. “It’s a shame mommy wasn’t here to see it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What?”

“She would’ve been real glad to see her pretty little ballerina purge herself of some unwanted calories.”

By the way she glowered at me from underneath those thick, dark lashes, I could practically feel the hate she was directing at me. “You don’t know me, so stop pretending you do.”

“Remember my warning, ballerina girl.” I took a step closer. “Do not think you can fuck with me. You’ll lose.”

She stood from the bed, hardly tall enough to be intimidating. Neon’s shirt was way too big, the pair of jeans nowhere close to hugging the curves she didn’t even have. “I don’t think I have much more to lose here.”

I cocked a brow. She thought she left enough distance between us, but I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her right up to me, proving her wrong. Her breath escaped with a huff, her neck leaning back as she stared up at me. I had to be a fucking psycho because not even the putrid smell of chocolate vomit could keep my cock from getting hard for her.

My grip around her arm tightened, and she didn’t fight me. She didn’t even try. She was like a meek lamb in my grasp, just waiting to see what I’d do next.

I grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her neck and pulled her head back even more with a violent tug. The most titillating yelp left her lips, and it shot all the way through my insides, slamming against the head of my cock.

Letting go of her arm, I cupped her between her legs, gripping her pussy through the denim jeans. “Oh, you still have something to lose, all right. Something I’m hellbent on taking.”