Page 163 of The Darkest Hour

Sometime later, I found myself bound by thick rope to the very chair where I had once sat in control of my world.

Now, that world had flipped upside down, and I was powerless, at the mercy of two people I had once thought dead.

The rope bit into my wrists, and every time I shifted, the coarse fibers dug deeper into my skin.

My mind raced, struggling to grasp how this could be happening.

I had planned everything so carefully, eliminated every threat—or so I had believed.

Onyx and Havoc stood before me, the perfect picture of confidence and control.

How could they have survived the yacht explosion? They were out in the middle of nowhere? They should have drowned or been eaten by sharks!!

I looked at them. “Y-you two will never make it out alive. My place is g-guarded.”

Havoc pointed to the right side of the office.

No. . .

A pile of dead bodies rested in the corner. It must have been ten of my guards all sliced and dead.

In fact. . .it reminded me of the reports I’d read earlier.

I turned to them. “You are the team that has been killing top agency heads.”

Havoc winked at me. “I told you he was smart, Onyx.”

I thought it had been six people, but. . .Onyx and Havoc were damn sure more lethal than even ten deadly assassins.

It was part of the reason our world had agreed with my killing them.

And now they were back.

I shivered. “How. . .did you survive?”

Chuckling, Onyx left us and went over to where she’d been standing early.

Havoc remained. “Hope saved us.”

Onyx laughed again and leaned against the desk. “And a wealthy man’s estate lawyer who brought along a sympathetic helicopter pilot who enjoyed breathing.”

Havoc grinned. “Unfortunately for the lawyer, he didn’t breathe for long. He died in a massive island fire. Paris, have you ever watched an island burn to the ground from a helicopter? It’s an amazing sight.”

I blinked, confused and desperate for answers. “I don’t understand. What does that even mean?”

“It means that you are going to be tortured for a very long time.” Havoc winked at me and then glanced at Onyx.

The way he looked at Onyx sent a jolt of something sickening through me. Havoc went to her.

Hold on. . .

There was a familiarity in their movements, a closeness I hadn’t anticipated.

“Mmm.” He reached out, gently adjusting the collar of the nun outfit she wore, the same one that had driven me to madness just moments before. “Poor Paris, I can understand why you had her dress up in this nun outfit.”

I blinked.

Havoc’s voice went low. “This is truly distracting me.”

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