Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Mom shoots her husband a haunting stare, and he awkwardly glances at Knight. “Uhhh, yeah. Of course.”
Knight just smirks and strides deeper into the house, making himself at home while I stand awkwardly in the doorway. “Come in, Harper,” Mom says, trying to hurry me along before getting a good look at me and twisting her face in disgust. “What on earth are you wearing? Could you have not put in just a little bit of effort? You look as though nobody loves you.”
“Sorry,” I murmur, stepping into her open arms. “Not been feeling the best.”
Mom immediately pulls away from me, her face scrunching as though I’m diseased. “Oh,” she says, lifting her hand to my forehead as she takes in my reddened cheeks. “You look dreadful.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Come on,” she says. “You can make yourself comfortable in the living room. I’ll fetch you some lemon tea and an Advil.”
I nod, and Mom quickly scurries away, leaving me alone with Elias, and as I turn my attention back to him, I find his gaze lingering on my body. A chill sails down my spine, and as he reaches for the door and pulls it closed behind me, his gaze lazily makes its way back to my face, a sickening smirk lifting the corners of his lips.
His tone lowers to something I’ve only ever heard in my worst nightmares. “Right this way, kitten,” he murmurs, his sickening smirk turning into something a little more sinister.
I suck in a breath, horror blasting through my veins and draining me of all color as Elias turns on his heel and starts stalking toward the living room. He gets a few steps ahead before glancing back, that harrowing stare coming directly to mine and making me realize how foolish I’ve been. How did I not see it before? How could I have not recognized the evil within his stare?
“Now.”
The fear captures me in a choke hold, and I find myself following him, terrified of what might come if I were to be alone with him right now. Is he that confident that nobody will find out? That he could drag me away in a house full of people and assault me while everybody goes about their day? What was he expecting would happen? He’d rape me and then I’d sit at his fucking dining table with a smile on my face?
Fuck no.
I just need to find Knight and get out of here. He might not believe me, but he’ll understand. He’ll see the fear in my eyes and know that we need to leave.
My hands shake as I follow Elias, and I don’t doubt that he thinks I’m too fucking broken to speak, too haunted by his words—Who’s going to believe you now? But he’s got another think coming.
As he leads me through the mansion, it occurs to me that if Elias is my attacker, the man who choked me in the back of my car and assaulted me in the bed I share with Knight, then he knows I’ve been living with Knight. He knows we’re together, and the fact that Mom hasn’t bitched me out about it means that Elias has a few dirty secrets of his own.
He leads me straight through to the house, and his back stiffens when he finds Knight standing in the center of the living room with the TV remote in his hand. But Knight’s focus isn’t on the screen when we walk in; he’s staring at Elias.
His gaze narrows, watching his brother, and the tension immediately rises in the room. I glance between them, realizing that this is so much more than just about me and Knight. My heart races, and without a word, I step around Elias and walk straight into Knight, turning so that my back is pressed right against his chest, and my stare locks on Elias, daring him to even try to touch me now.
Knight’s hand falls to my hip, and despite not understanding just how deep this runs, I know he’ll have my back.
Seeing he doesn’t have the upper hand, Elias forces a calm smile, pretending as though the tension in the room doesn’t exist. “Make yourself at home,” he tells us. “Dinner should be ready soon.”
Elias turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, and it’s clear as day that that didn’t go down how he’d planned, but I don’t waste a moment dwelling on it as I whip around with horror in my eyes, gaping up at Knight with an urgency I haven’t felt since the moment I raced out of our home, sprinting away from the masked stalker.
“What the fuck was that about?” Knight asks, his dark stare searching mine.
“We have to leave,” I tell him, already pulling on his hand. “Now.”
“Doll?”
“Please, I’ll explain it in the car, but I can’t be here. I—”