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I can’t help but grit my teeth and let out a low growl.
“Leave.”
She sighs at me in a way that only she can. If she were anyone else, I’d put my hand around their neck and show them the front door.
Without saying another word, Ava leaves my office, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. I relax again, knowing that Antonella and I are alone once more. She’s like a sleeping angel. So peaceful, so unaware of who is watching over her.
A demon.
She stirs slightly, moaning softly in her sleep and shifting on her spot on the couch.
I sit forward slowly, setting the cup down on the table next to me. I sink to my knees onto the plush carpet underneath in front of her. She relaxes again, drifting off into whatever dream is currently occupying her mind.
How I wish I could see what goes on in that pretty head of hers…
My thumb finds its way to her face, dragging along her thick bottom lip. These are the same lips that stole a kiss from me when I had least expected it. Our bodies had fit together perfectly as I pushed her up against that dirty wall. I remember the way she moved against me. My hands exploring every curve her body had to offer me.
I don’t want this woman to distract me. She’s my enemy’s daughter.
Not the object of my strange fixation.
I can’t stop my thumb from running over her cheeks to trace along the line of her lashes, tickling the pad of my thumb. I want her body in the worst way.
At my touch, Antonella’s eyes flutter open. Her pupils widen as they try to adjust and force through her disorientation. She will have no idea where we were. My townhouse is tucked into a hidden corner of Emerald Quarter, downtown. Very few people know of its existence.
I lean back to give her a little room but keep my finger trailing lightly over her skin.
I can’t help myself.
Suddenly, she bolts up from where she had been laying and presses herself flush against my couch. Her hands fly to the back of it to grip tightly. Her knuckles turn white and I let my hand fall down.
I reach out to her, pressing my palm to her chest, her heart races beneath my touch.
She slaps my arm away.
“You,” she grits out. “Who are you?”
I let a smirk play over my lips, sitting back on my feet as I say, “Killian.”
Her eyes narrow on me. I watch as her thoughts race at a million miles a minute. Her gaze moves over my face, getting a better look at me now that I'm in the light. I tilt my head toward her, noticing her cheeks flush slightly. I'm aware of what I do to women, but it's comforting to know that I have the same effect on her.
“Killian…” she repeats, her eyes going wide. “Killian O’Sullivan?”
My smirk widens. “So, you do know some things. I heard that your father had been keeping you out of the loop. Glad to know you’re still resourceful.”
She shakes her head, pressing herself back into the couch. The full skirts of her dress envelope her.
“You… you’ve—you’ve killed so many people.” She swallows. “Were you the one who did that to Ben?”
“That man will snort anything you put in front of him. Well, hewould. Not so much anymore,” Ava says as she reenters.
Behind me, I hear the clink of glasses on a tray and then Ava scoffs. She must not trust that the coffee is going to do much for Antonella’s headache, bringing water over instead.
Forward thinking on her part.
She bends and sets the tray of glasses down next to the coffee cup. Her fingers grab the handle of it before she steps around me and settles herself onto the couch opposite Antonella.
“Trust me,” she continues, “It’s better off he’s dead.”
