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Davorin was here.
I’d been right. He was the one who’d killed Luca and broken into my apartment repeatedly. But why? I was too consumed with my own theories about what it all meant to truly understand that he was here, now, waiting for me.
I tore my gaze away from the floor and met his devil eyes. He had his mask on, a cigarette between his fingers, and was dressed completely in black; he was leaning against the white railing of my balcony, only a glass door separating us.
He tilted his head to the side, a callous smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Slowly, he brought the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled the nicotine, not once blinking or looking away—as if he was afraid I’d flee the moment he was caught off guard. But this wasn’t the kind of man who was able to be caught off guard.
I forced my feet to move forward. I didn’t keep any weapons in my room, and chances were, he would get to me before I could get one anyway.
There was no time for me to come up with an escape plan, and I didn’t want to provoke him anyway. I had no clue what his motives were, or how far he was willing to take this… game.
The only truly idiotic decision I made was to approach him first.
I pulled the door open, and the cold December night hit me right in the face.
Davorin wasn’t surprised. He threw the cigarette bud off the railing and took a step closer to me.
Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an eternity. My heart began racing like crazy, vexation slowly taking over me. The blood in my veins was cold, and I barely moved an inch. I wasn’t the kind of person to be intrigued, yet this man, merely by his presence, managed to get my thoughts racing. I kept thinking how curiosity killed the cat, yet it was something I was unable to control, not when it had reached this point.
I shouldn’t have gotten myself into this.
“Did you like my gift?” Davorin asked, breaking the deadly silence.
My brows narrowed, as my body chilled at the sound of his deep voice. It rang in my ears and made a permanent mark in my head. “What gift?”
He chuckled darkly. “The gift in the restroom.” He paused, before adding, “And the roses of course.”
“I don’t appreciate unwarranted gifts from strangers.”
“It’s a good thing I’m no longer a stranger then.”
I swallowed. “Why did you kill him?”
Davorin was silent, and an odd tranquility settled over us. It was piercing, like a knife had been embedded in my heart.
“He looked at you.”
“So did Nick, yet you didn’t kill him.”
Davorin took a step forward, and I took one back. “Nick was more occupied with your friend, otherwise he would’ve met the same destiny.”
“He looked at me,” I repeated, a humorless chuckle slipping out. “That’s the reason you killed someone? For looking at me?” I didn’t realize that my voice had grown louder as I spoke, until Davorin gave me a threatening look.
“I don’t like it when people look at what’s mine.”
My entire world came crashing down. It had only taken a few minutes for me to understand his personality. Davorin was a psychopath, and a psychopath was at his most dangerous when he was obsessed with something, over someone, and that someone was me.
Infuriation like I’d never felt before consumed me. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t see. Alarms went off in my head, telling me to run, to jump off the railing and die, because it would’ve been a better fate than being the object of Davorin’s obsession.
However, I wasn’t stupid, and I definitely wasn’t naive. His dark-green eyes were terrifying—it was a color that could light up the blackest of places, yet the evil I saw there promised eternal darkness. And in that darkness, where Davorin reigned, there was only one spot left.
Mine.
And he was going to drag me down to hell with him, until I was completely his.
“I’m not an object,” I whispered, my voice cracking as a silent tear slipped free. My nine-year record had been broken by a mere sentence from this masked man. Though perhaps it was because the wind was harshly blowing into my face, and my eyes were sensitive. “I’m not yours.”
Davorin quickly closed the distance between us, his scent filling my nose until I was only able to breathe him. He towered over me, and the moment he placed his thumb on my chin and forced me to look up, I was gone.
