Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Sucking in a breath, my eyes turned hazy as the punch of copper, antiseptic, and wax polish hit my nose.
I backed up again.
“You run, and it will be the last thing you do,” Lucien murmured, grabbing a few empty IV bags and pushing the stainless-steel trolley toward the recliner.
I clutched the doorframe and bit my lip—granting pain to keep me awake and not pass out on the blood-spotted floor. “What...what is this place?”
“This is where you become useful,” he replied, voice soft and dangerous.
“What do you expect me to do?” I broke out into a cold sweat.
Whisper prowled around the space, his agitation obvious. His hackles raised and tail whipped side to side.
“I’ll show you.” Beckoning me closer, Lucien added, “I won’t hurt you as long as you do what I say. The blood you’ll be spilling is mine, not yours.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come. Here.” He scowled, typing a few things on the keyboard, bringing up a few programs on the monitors. Once done, he sat in the recliner and spread his legs. His all-black attire made him seem both ancient and angry. “I won’t ask again.”
I stayed where I was, clutching the doorframe. “It’s not that I’m deliberately disobeying you, it’s just that I physically can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No. I can’t.” I swallowed hard. “I-I have this problem where stress isn’t kind to me.”
“The sooner you get it over with, the better.”
“But—”
“Refuse again and your little problem will be the least of your worries.”
Our eyes locked.
His hands balled.
No sign of what we shared last night. No glimmer of the man who’d made me feel so many inexplicable things.
Never looking away from me, he shrugged off his coat, unbuttoned his black shirt, and removed it.
My heart fluttered for an entirely different reason.
Watching him undress actually helped in a weird way. It made everything about this moment awkwardly intimate and highly intense, keeping me hyper-focused on him instead of fight or flight.
He smirked, revealing he’d done it on purpose—using the fact that I’d told him I found him beautiful to distract me.
Well played...
Holding up his arms, he flashed the silver cuffs on his wrists. The silver disc remained over his heart, flashing with a few lights as if he was part human, part machine. “I’m not going to wait all day, you know.”
As long as I kept my eyes on his lean muscles—as long as I didn’t think too far ahead of what he wanted me to do—I could breathe.
Moving toward him, I eyed up the leather straps on the armrests of the recliner he sat in. “I’m not shackling you to that chair, I’m telling you right now.”
He smiled, almost softly. “Don’t worry. I haven’t needed the restraints in a very long time. I’ve done this job myself for eleven years. But now I have you.”
Now I have you...
Why did those four little words affect me so?
Stress throbbed in my temples, but I kept it at bay as my eyes roamed over his bare, almost hairless chest. He didn’t have an inch of fat on him, leaving his muscles pronounced and sharp.
Did he shave or was he just naturally annoyingly gorgeous?
“Where are you from?” I asked before I could censor myself, mortification painting my cheeks.
He smirked, his gaze roaming over me just like mine roamed over him. “Why? Suddenly curious about me?”
“Would you kill me if I said yes?”
“Probably.”
I exhaled heavily. “Fine. Forget I—”
“Where are you from?” He cut in, wrenching my eyes to his.
His first personal question about me.
His first curiosity.
My heart skipped a beat. “Me? I’m—”
“Forget it.” He bared his teeth as if shocked he’d even asked. “I don’t care.”
But he didn’t look away, and his voice couldn’t quite hide the lie.
Could it be possible?
Was he feeling things like me?
Was he as confused and wary as I was?
Falling into his dark eyes, I blurted, “You know...you still haven’t asked me what my name is.”
He scowled, his belly tensing as he sucked in a breath. “Why would I ask the names of those wanting to kill or seduce me?”
“I think we’ve established that I’m not, in fact, trying to kill you.” I shrugged and arched my chin at all the needles and medical paraphernalia. “If I was, you’re playing a very risky game bringing me here.”
He smiled coldly. “Do you honestly think Whisper would let you lay a single finger on me that I didn’t allow?”
My hand moved on its own accord, landing over his forearm on the chair rest.
He jolted.
I froze.
Whisper dashed forward and nuzzled where we joined as if approving rather than forbidding it.
The panther’s whiskers tickled. I wrenched my hand away.
Clearing his throat, Lucien shook out his arm as if I’d burned him. His eyes danced to mine, wide with surprise, but then his heartless composure slammed back into place like a well-worn mask.
“Stop wasting time.” Turning both arms upward, so each wrist faced me, he glowered at the small holes in the silver cuffs. “Attach the drains.”