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“Please…” I choke out. “It was self-defense. I—I didn’t mean to.”
But that’s a lie. I wanted to as soon as he came up behind me. I wanted to kill him right there and then.
The man doesn’t answer. Just stands there, barely even moving. I gulp down the fear, my arms prickling, my nipples beading.
“Are you gonna hurt me?” I ask, knowing somehow that he won’t.
“My, my, little wolf, you have one insatiable appetite.” He chuckles darkly, and my body grows tingly from the sound of it, from the way his tone fills with something murky and taunting.
He moves a step, and I move back, fearing him, yet draped with excitement at the thought of being caught.
“Don’t call me that.” The words shake out of me.
“Why? Youareevery bit the wolf, playing with danger, hunting your prey.”
My body shivers.
“Do you deny it? That you wanted to kill him just like the otherman whose throat you slashed?”
I gasp. “H-how did you know that?”
“I know everything, Kayla Jenkins. I know everything about you.” His laugh is cold, emotionless. “But don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul what adirtygirl you are.” His voice is sinful. Deadly. “I can keep your secret.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat.
“Do I know you? Have we met? What do you want in exchange?” The questions rush out of me while the body bleeds across my wooden floor.
“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t know me.”
He moves even closer, and my breaths ring louder as he does.
“But none of us know one another, do we, now? Not at our core. We’re all strangers to one another, especially those closest to us.”
He takes another step toward me, and this time I wait, wanting to be near him, anticipation drowning me.
“Take you, for example,” he goes on. “Do your friends know how wicked you are? How much blood is on your pretty hands?”
My chest grows tight, fear clouding my vision.
“You can’t tell them. Please,” I beg, my breath caught in my throat.
“I have no intentions of telling anyone. Your secret will remain between us. Because we’re friends now, aren’t we?”
I nod because he’s a madman in a mask, holding my fate in his hands.
“I’ve gotta say, though…” He chuckles deep in his throat. “You need to learn how to be a little bit neater with your work.” His face turns toward the man.
“Didn’t exactly have that luxury with him trying to kill me and all.”
His laughter is silkier this time, like being draped in a soft, pillowy blanket. I can just see his smirk too.
“Well, you sure made a huge mess the last time, and now this… There are easier ways to do it.”
My stomach turns to knots. “And you know this how?”
He laughs again, but doesn’t answer my question. “I’m going to clean this up for you. You’re welcome.”
“Wh-what? Really?” My eyes fill with disbelief.
