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“Go on. Beg me nice and pretty not to call the police.” I dip my chin down a fraction and raise my brows. “For real this time.”
A struggle crosses her face. The way she yanks on the cord feels like a victory.
“Please,” she mutters.
“You can do more than that. And you’d better.”
A grunt of frustration escapes her. When it’s clear she isn’t going anywhere, she collapses against the backrest of the stool and looks skyward, as if she’ll find an answer there.
Blair speaks to the high ceiling. “I didn’t have a choice. You have so many, it made sense. You could just buy another.”
“What are you talking about?”
Blair heaves a stilted breath. “I have…someone counting on me.” She lifts her head to pierce me with a world-weary look. “Money isn’t a commodity to you like it is to me. Plus, you’re an asshole.”
I stare at her for a beat. “I think I should call the police still. You don’t sound sorry at all.”
“I’m not,” Blair snaps. “I’ll do whatever it takes for the people I love.”
For a brief moment, I’m thrown off by her conviction.
An idea pops into my head. I trace my lips as I turn the thought over, examining it from all sides. It’s a little crazy, even for me. But it will teach Blair a lesson—one that sticks this time. She’s not sorry? By the time I’m through with her, repentance will be the least of her worries.
Touching my tongue to my lower lip, I peer at her through hooded eyes.
Destruction.
Control.
Revenge.
I’ll take it all and make her wish she’d never met me.
Crossing my arms, I face her. “You can either sign your soul over to me, or the cops. Take your pick, angel.”
Blair’s glare returns in full force.
I tamp down on the urge to laugh. Taming her will be an entertaining experience.
“I’m no one’s angel,” Blair swears.
Four
Blair
“So, what’s it gonna be, Davis?” Devlin leans his hip against the kitchen island.
With haunting dark eyes and a jaw sharp enough to cut yourself on his deadly edges, he’s heartbreakingly handsome in the same way oleander is fatal. Pretty to look at, but its toxic poison will end you with a taste.
And he fucking knows it.
I strain against the stupid cord he tied me with. My own damn supplies hold me back. Pinning me beneath Devlin’s thumb. He’s such a bastard. Each time I shift a little, his gaze flicks down, watching my body.
Whatever his offer is, it can’t be good. Maybe it would have been easier if I’d convinced him to fuck me for revenge. At least then he’d have to untie me, and I could make a cleaner getaway.
Though that’s the one thing I’ve never put on the table to survive.
A phoenix rises from the ashes, born anew from strife. I reform and reshape the person I am, but I don’t feel born again. The hardships I’ve faced only turn my shell harder, preparing me for the next obstacle to battle tooth and nail. I’ve become unrecognizable from the idealistic little girl I once was.
