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Rylan’s voice is as frigid as it always is. What emotion he has is never for me. But that’s okay, I don’t have any left for him. Not anymore.
I stand beside the white couch in my five-inch red stilettos and the tight black dress he orders me to wear, my long dark hair, still wet, is slicked back from my face. Other than a swipe of deep red lipstick, I didn’t bother with any makeup.
What does a girl need with mascara on the day she’s going to die?
Felix rises from the couch with catlike grace. Never taking his gaze from me, he places his whiskey on the glass coffee table and prowls toward me, ropy muscles bunching and releasing under his white shirt.
Most girls would take one look at him and spend the next month masturbating themselves raw because he’s just that pretty to look at. All honey-gold skin, hooded dark eyes, a wicked grin, and thick chestnut hair that you justknowis as soft as it looks. The designer clothes and impeccable dress sense don’t hurt either. Even his scent—rich sandalwood, musk, and vanilla—is delicious. Edible.
But I’m not most girls. I know Felix.
His wolf is in his eyes the way it is with all of Rylan’s pack, but I don’t react to the feral intensity of a predator staring back at me the way I would have two years ago.
Back then, they used to terrify me so much I couldn’t look any of them in the eye. You could cut through my fear with a knife. It hung that thick in the air.
It didn’t take me long to learn that these other kinds of humans could shift from wolf to man and back again in seconds. Not on a full moon, but whenever they wanted. They would also rip out your throat if you stared at them too long.
Or just because they could.
I never realized how fast it could happen until Rylan caught me in a cab after I ran the first time.
You’d have been hard-pressed to tell the cab driver had been a man at all once Rylan was finished with him. Strips of flesh, hot blood splashing over the cab… and me. The scent of my terror in the cold sweat. And the prickle of Rylan’s rage brushing against my skin for trying to deprive him of something that belongs to him and will always be his.
Me.
Sometimes I still remember the smell.
Blood and piss.
Although the warm fingers grazing my cheek are light, Felix’s wolf stare burns me right to the bone. “I’d like to keep her this time.” The hard ridge of his cock nudges me. “We had so much fun last time.”
It’s easy now to keep my expression placid when inside I’m still screaming from the lash of his whip.
“She’s mine.” Rylan’s voice is bored.
I can’t see him from the angle I’m facing but he’ll be on his phone, scrolling through his messages, tapping away responses to his banker’s questions about his investments.
“How much do you want for her?” Felix moves closer, his cock a hot brand against my belly. “I’ll pay any price.”
I meet his gaze without blinking.
“She’s not for sale.” Rylan’s voice is a little less bored. “She’s mine.”
Felix isn’t dropping this, and the spark of rebellion in his eye combined with the possessive grip of his hand on my hip warns me he’s about to make a misstep. One he might not survive.
I can’t let that happen.
If Felix pushes Rylan too far, he’ll change his mind about me going with him, and who knows when I’ll get my next opportunity?
My mind flashes to last week. I relive the moment often because it’s the fuel I’m going to need to get through the next few hours.
Not many people can pinpoint the exact moment love turns to hate, but I can.
Of him, myself, the world.
All of it.
No more.
