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“Wrong.” Her eyes held fire and the cute dimples on her cheeks pressed in furiously. She unhooked her chin from my thumb. “If you did, then you would know I’m innocent and I don’t deserve to be locked up in here.”
I slid my fingers into my hair and swept them to the side. “Never said you were guilty.”
“Then let me go!”
I cocked my head to the side. “No.”
“You killed Grey.”
“Am I expected to know who thisGreyis?”
She stared at me, shook her head, and scoffed. “The guard you killed. God, you’re unbelievable. You killed a man—men. Innocent men! And you didn’t even know their names. Did you know he has a family? A wife, three daughters, and a son.” A tear slipped down her eyes and her voice trembled.
It was light, high-pitched, and soft. She sounded like a fucking cat; and in that moment, in that space... I’d have given anything to hear a purr from those pretty lips of hers.
“His problem,” I said instead. “He worked for the wrong man and got into trouble.”
She blinked. “Got into—Got into trouble? You.Killed. Him. For goodness’ sake, he’s dead. They’re all dead. You...you burned my father’s house. You could be charged for arson.”
That was surprisingly the most amusing thing I'd heard all day. “Dead men don't press charges, Vanessa.”
Her name rolled off my tongue smoothly and sounded as sleek as her silken hair.
She knew what I meant. Knew the implications behind my words. Her father’s fate was sealed. Her eyes bulged. “You’re a monster!”
My eyes narrowed; every trace of amusement was gone. “I would advise you to choose your words carefully. Unless losing them will be no big deal.”
Shocked, she stuttered. “You’re bluffing.”
“Try me.”
I had to give her credit. She had guts, though her confidence waned. Quivering lips, shifty eyes, and shaky fingers. I could almost taste her fear.
“Last night, after...”
After I pulled her out of the fire and brought her to my house.In short, kidnapped her.
She swallowed. “Who changed my dress?”
She’d asked the question, but her eyes accused me. I thought of telling her I did, just to see her reaction. I’d have bet a thousand dollars she’d squirm and cry like a kid.
So, fucking fragile.
“Sarah.”
Her warm, curious gaze met mine. “Who’s Sarah?”
“Where I come from,Iask the fucking questions.”
She laughed. It was dry and empty. “Of course, you do. You’re a ruthless man.”
“Yet, you’re still alive.”
“Are you serious?” The look of disgust settled on her face. “You just threatened to cut off my tongue.”
“Never said cut either.”
Maybe suck it might have been a better word.
