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The scent of hot blood fills my nose, and I stare at Cam, blinking, pushing the scent away.
“Where is it?” he asks, this time with less confidence.
I cannot speak.
How can I say a word? All of who I am is focused on taking in a breath.
Letting one out.
Doing it again.
With the gun still pointed straight at my forehead, Cam crouches, forcing eye contact again. “Where is your weapon? Your little act won’t work,” he says, but he tilts my head as he does it, then reaches to touch my knee.
I’m pathetic.
I am sick.
I am going to hell.
Because I just lured him into my house and enabled him to kill the people closest to me, but when he touches me, my body lights up. Need rushes through me when our skin connects.
I am so depraved.
And yet I cannot help myself.
“Act?” I finally choke out, hating the fire that races through my blood, despising how his proximity makes me tingle everywhere.
“You have a weapon?” he asks.
“Why would I have a weapon?” I reply, unable to think about how to answer his strange questions.
“To kill me.”
That answer makes no sense.
“Why did you – whoareyou?” I choke out, turning away from the dead men, my heart screaming,Jason! He killed Jason!
“You know who I am, Princess.” He taps his tattoo area with his free hand. The movement forces my eyes to the spot just below his waist.
He is hard. Very hard, the erection outline so stark. My blood rushes faster, a spot between my legs pulsing, a shameful feeling that fills me with unexpected glee.
I am a crime against humanity.
“You cannot be my king. You just killed your subjects,” I say, my breath coming back to me, wits slowly filling my head. Saliva in my throat feels like poison as I swallow. “A good king would never do that.”
“I killed people who betrayed you.”
“Jason would never betray me!”
“He was about to hand you off to that monster in the van.”
“How do I knowyou’renot the monster!?”
Slowly, achingly slowly, he smiles, the skin at the corner of his mouth rising like a wave. My blood pounds through my body like it wants to hurt me. My ears ring with the sound of the gunshots that ended my bodyguards’ lives. I’m at his mercy, my life in his hands, and he’s smiling at me.
Smiling likethat.
Like he’s as sick as I am.
