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“There is nothing to talk about.”
I stomp back upstairs and slam the door shut.
The door opens, and my heart speeds up in my chest. He closes it, trapping me inside the room with him. We stare at each other amid a poisonous concoction of anger and uncertainty brewing between us.
He steps toward me, but I put up my hand to stop him. I can’t let his nearness fog my senses.
“Let me ask a hypothetical question,” he starts.
A slight apprehension rushes through me but I scoff. He prowls to me, and I back up until my knees hit the bed and I fall back.
“You want me. But there is nothing hypothetical about that.”
I roll my eyes at his confidence.
“You’re afraid of losing yourself to me so you’d come up with something stupid—like believing you could escape me. I wanted to give you space, give you time to process your new life.”
I push myself on my elbows. “If you think me not having a choice is something I could get past, then you’re delusional.”
“We’ll talk about that, but now let’s get back to the other matter. You plan to escape?”
My heart pounds in my chest. My eyes widen, and I gulp, trying to keep my face from betraying me.
“Who is he?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’m not in the mood. Who the fuck is he?”
I snap my head to the side. He can torture me, but I will never tell him about my uncle.
“Okay then.” For one moment, relief spreads through me until he opens his mouth again. “Follow me.”
I freeze on the spot. Kieran stares at me, his face a clear indicator of whatever patience he had is now gone. He grips my ankles and drags me to him. I gasp when he throws me over his shoulder.
“Where are we going?”
I get my answer the moment he puts me on my feet and shuts the door to his office.
He pours himself a glass of whiskey and sits down in his chair. He can really be intimidating. Why do I find that so hot?
The heavy silence is almost deafening, and it makes my apprehension soar. A knock on the door makes me jump. Daniel steps inside carrying something, but I can’t make out what it is. But what I can make out is his inquisitive stare. He places it on the desk. With a nod, he leaves, and Kieran reaches for the box.
“Kieran.” His name breaks on my lips as he takes the object from the box. It’s a syringe.
I shoot to my feet and run toward the door. He’s on me in an instant, subduing me with his arms. The heat he emanates makes the cold gripping me a tad tolerable.
He strokes my hand, and he places his chin on my shoulder. For one second, I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling. But I remember why I ran in the first place and thrash in his arms.
Kieran lets me go. “Tell me who he is. Is he your lover?”
I bite my lip. There must be something wrong with me because I really enjoy his jealousy. I cross my arms over my chest, defiance changing my posture.
“Yes.” He can believe whatever he wants.
“And you think he can take you away from me?”
“He will.”
