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“Someone—” I blink, sucking in air, my pulse still screaming in my ears. “Someone…someone…”
My words aren’t coming out. My breath is hitching as fear closes my throat.
“Dahlia.”
I flinch when he grabs my jaw—not hard, but firmly enough to center me and allow me to take a deep breath.
I exhale slowly.
“Someone was chasing me.”
Deimos’ dark eyes look at me skeptically.
“I swear to fucking God,” I spit. “Someone…” I shiver, looking past him into the shadows of the trees in Central Park. He turns too, glaring into the darkness with a fierce snarl on his lips. Then he drags his attention back to me.
“Are you okay?”
I look away.
“Dahlia.”
“Yeah,” I mumble. “Yeah, I’m…fine. I just need to go home.”
“Like fuck.” He turns and nods to the man who I recognize as his driver, parked on the side of the street. “You’re coming with me.”
My brow furrows deeply. “Uh, no. I’m not.”
“That wasn’t an invitation to a debate, nor is the subject up for discussion.”
He takes my hand and starts to pull me toward the car, but I don’t let him.
“Deimos, I have my own place.”
“And we have an agreement that you fucking belong to me.”
My teeth grit as I plant my feet firmly on the sidewalk. Deimos feels the resistance and turns to arch a stern brow at me.
“Fight me,” he growls. “Let’s see how well that works out for you.”
“Oh yeah, tackle a woman to the ground on the side of Central Park West with about a thousand eye witnesses. Let’s see how wellthatworks out foryou.”
His gaze never leaves me. His hand tightens on mine in a way that sends shivers of ice and bolts of heat through my core.
Goddammit.
I chew on my lip, glaring at him. “Fine.”
A small smile pulls at his lips. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he steps close, dropping his lips to my ear.
“Good girl.”
It’s like a stabbing sensation in my stomach, ripping and tearing my guts out, shoving me right back to that couch in our apartment in Paris when I was twelve.
Withhim.
“Good girl”. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as terror drips down my spine. He squeezes, massaging my neck as he crawls on top of me. “Be my good girl for me.”
The memory fades as my vision darkens at the edges. My knees start to wobble. I’m dimly aware of Deimos barking my name and then catching me as my legs give out.
