Page 100 of Chandelier Sin
I became aware of Eve’s elegant cream Chanel suit, how it hugged her slender form. Dark locks cascaded over her slim shoulders. Bold strokes of makeup, a testament to a woman intimately acquainted with every nuance of her own beauty.
Just kill him and get it over with.
What does that make me? Allowing these animalistic thoughts to linger made me a monster, too. Seeing her hurting was hard to bear.
Gently, I moved her aside. “Where is he?”
She grabbed my bicep. “Why are you here?”
I needed to touch her, hold and protect her, but I ignored my desires, trying not to look into her eyes.
Before, I had failed to extract the truth from her—bearing in mind the last time we’d argued had been at Cedars, where she’d threatened me.
She carried herself like the lady of the manor—because she was.
I eased her hand off my arm. “I have something to discuss with your husband.”
She glanced at the butler. “I’ll handle this, Viktor.”
He stood still, reluctant to let her.
“We need privacy,” she snapped at him.
Viktor turned on his heel and scurried down a hallway.
Eve turned her focus to me. “What are you thinking?”
“Trust me, you don’t want the brunt of my thoughts.”
“Atticus!” Her expression softened. “Is this about Ben?”
“No, but it should be.”
“About us?” she said softly.
“There is nous,” I snapped.
Hurt flashed in her eyes. “I meant…”
An older woman appeared on the stairwell, the same maid who’d led me through the garden to meet with Eve five days ago. The terrified woman bolted up the stairs like I was a gunslinger.
Eve tried to keep pace with me as I followed in Viktor’s footsteps. “Does he know you’re coming? Do you have an appointment?”
“My car almost crashed.That’smy appointment.”
“Are you hurt?”
I looked over at her face, watching her reaction for evidence that she’d known I’d been targeted, and my heart clenched, fearing to see the proof that she could have warned me but didn’t.
A flash of frustration appeared in her eyes. “How is your crash our fault?”
“Someone took external control of my car.”
She looked shocked. “What?”
“It happened in Bel Air.”
“I don’t understand. Why?”
