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Cillian is silent. When I turn back, though, the malice has faded from his eyes, and I see his chin almost imperceptibly nod.
“Now,” he growls quietly. “Be a good girl and open up.”
Numbly, still shaking, I open my lips, allowing him to slip another piece of cheese onto my tongue. I chew it slowly, meekly, unable to meet his eyes.
“What do you want with me?” I finally whisper.
When he doesn’t answer, I pull my gaze to his, shivering at the venomous green that glints back at me from his darkly handsome, chiseled face.
But he still doesn’t answer. And as the seconds tick by, and the anxiety really starts to gnaw at me, I can’t stand it anymore.
“Please,” I blurt. “If you’re going to kill me, just fucking—”
“If I was going to kill you, little girl, you’d be dead already.”
I shiver at the calm, conversational way he says it—a stark reminder of the lethal psychopath that lurks beneath the darkly handsome exterior, like a monster lurking just under the surface of a still, summer lake.
“If you’re going to fuck me, just—”
“Your skills at seduction are truly awe-inspiring.”
My lips curl. “Fuck you.”
“Maybe later. The night is young.”
I lick my lips.
“Allow me to make this easier for you,” he growls. “Right now, in here, you’re safe.”
I resist the urge to bark a sarcastic laugh. Cillian catches it anyway.
“You can make a glib joke or insult me like a child all you like. It doesn’t change the reality that I know you’re smart enough to understand. Someone sent you—for whatever reason, which Iwillget out of you—to kill me. You’ve failed,” he says thinly. “More than once, actually. Now, ifIwere this person who wanted to kill me, I would probably be looking at a plan B at this point. And when you go to a plan B in matters of this nature, it’s usually best to tie up any loose ends with plan A.”
My pulse quickens.
Cillian’s eyes narrow. “Tell me I’m wrong about whoever it is who’s been putting you up to this. Tell me theywon’tkill you without hesitation, after failing them so many times.”
I start to shiver.
“I’m actually offering youprotection, Una,” he growls.
I swallow, slowly and nervously lifting my eyes warily to his.
“And?”
He smiles deviously. “And what?”
“What’s the catch? What do you get out of—”
“Oh, I think we both already know the answer to that…”
A horrifying, forbidden feeling coils and throbs in my core.
“I getyou.”
I try to will back the heat that instantly floods my face. I could fight him. Or tell him to go fuck himself, or do what I’ve done my entire life, which is fight the tide, over and over and over again.
But I’m so. Damn.Tiredof trying to swim against the tide. Because it always wins.
