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“Six p.m. At St. Frederick’s. The priest has been notified.”
“Do I need to sign paperwork?” I lean back in the chair as Connor rests his elbows on the desk in front of him.
“We will at the church. It’s been expedited.”
“Fine. Am I free to go?”
“No. I want to know exactly what Viktor told you.”
“I told you what he told me.” I really don’t want to relive the feelings Viktor gave me as he sat beside me, encasing me in his darkness.
“He talked to you for longer than it would take to say a few sentences.”
The scene comes to me again. It’s not physically terrifying, but mentally. He was playing with me, like a cat plays with a mouse, and I felt clutched in his paw as he leaned over and told me he knew my secret. Mine and Connor’s secret. It’s no secret anymore, and now, we can’t be sure who knows.
“He wanted to know about me, but I didn’t give him anything, I swear. I don’t know how he knows about what I—what we did to your father.” This time, I let my gaze find that spot of ground where he lay that night not so long ago, and I shiver.
“Who have you told about that?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No one. I swear it.”
Connor stands, rounding the desk until he’s in front of me, and then both his hands are on either side of me, caging me in. His breaths are short as he stares me down, and I feel like all the oxygen is being sucked from the room.
“You swear it? On what?”
“My-my life,” I say, unsure of what else I have that’s valuable enough to swear on.
“If I find out any different …” He trails off, leaving the meaning clear—he won’t hesitate to kill me.
I don’t know what has changed in him, but he’s not the man I met that first night at the club anymore. The events of the last few weeks have transformed him.
“You won’t,” I say, shaking my head, hoping he believes me.
His hand lands on my chest, my heart pounding beneath the pads of his fingers, and he smirks. “It’s such a strong heartbeat. It would be a shame to extinguish it.”
I reach up, covering his hand with my own, and my mouth falls open when I realize what I’ve done. He just talked about murdering me, and here I am, touching his hand like I’m in a romantic scene of a movie. I pull mine away quickly, like he burned me—and maybe he has. He’s singeing the corners of my heart with his words.
“This isn’t you,” I say softly, appealing to the man I’ve gotten glimpses of.
“You don’t know anything about me,” he says, pulling back. Maybe he’s feeling burned as well.
“I know you in ways I need to,” I say, clenching my thighs together as I think about his body between them.
He sits back on the desk, his hands gripping the edge of it as he crosses one ankle over the other in front of me. “Shit just got real, Wryn. Viktor is coming for us, and I need all the information I can get. I’m going to marry you and fuck you when I want. But that’s all this is.”
“Got it,” I say, standing and adjusting the hem of my T-shirt.
“It’s what we agreed,” he says.
I stare at him before reluctantly nodding.
“It’s what we agreed,” I say and then turn and leave.
My head is spinning at the sudden change between us. Or maybe it hasn’t been sudden. Maybe I’ve been living in a fantasy world.
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WRYN
