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His eyes gleamed with delight like we were playing a hand of cards and he knew his was going to beat mine. “She looks reasonably healthy. I wonder whose genes she got more of… his oryours,” he commented offhandedly as he rearranged the knife and fork on the table. “An addict mother, a criminal father. Easy for a kid like that to get lost in the system.”
Instantly my bristles went up, and my throat became restricted.
He was interested in Harlyn.
There was something he wanted, and he was going to try and use her to get to me. He was going to try and rip her away, hold her over my head and play me like a puppet.
“You come near my daughter… and I’ll kill you,” I whispered between clenched teeth.
His eyes widened for a brief second before he found his composure again, his eyes darkening.
I thought I’d covered all my bases in that regard. There was no doubt at all that Harlyn belonged to Optimus. The short time I’d been with Op, Peter and I hadn’t been sexual, so there was no chance. But now Peter had thrown me for a loop. I could see the cogs moving in his brain, the dark delight he was taking in knowing that he had a kind of power over me that no one else did. He had the ability to change my life, to lock me up and throw away the key. I wasn’t about to let him use Harlyn as a pawn in his deadly games, though. There was no way in hell, and right now, there was only one option I could think of that would keep her safe from both him and from me.
I stood up, my chair tipping back and crashing to the floor. “I think we’re done here.”
His eyes sparkled as he moved to stand to his feet. “Now, Anna. Don’t go and do anything stupid. The last thing I want is for you or that little girl to get hurt. It would be such a shame wouldn’t it, for Harlyn to watch her mother be put away, or worse…” he paused, making sure his eyes met mine, “…be killed.”
“What the hell do you want from me?” I demanded, my hand wrapped tightly around the strap of my handbag.
His eyes flashed, a demonic smirk pulling at his lips. “You hurt me, I hurt you… and everyone you care about.”
I got it now.
I’d made a fool out of him—a runaway wife who disappeared for six years and came back with a child, a child that wasn’t his. He looked stupid, and in his world, people didn’t get away with making him look stupid.
“You leave my family alone,” I growled, my hand itching to reach over and slap the smug smirk off his dirty face. Instead, I forced myself to turn and head for the door, my body shaking and my legs wobbling unsteadily.
I wouldn’t allow him to see me crumble, though. I’d rather stab myself in the eye with a needle than let him take pleasure in unnerving me.
The fresh night air hit me, forcing me to take a much-needed breath, the cooling air alighting my lungs and allowing me to breathe deeply. My heels clicked on the concrete as I rushed to my car, fumbling with my bag in search of my keys and my cell phone. I was desperate to get inside the vehicle and make a call that would both devastate and relax me at the same time.
