Page 115 of Spinner's Luck

I forced my breath to stay even. Panic wouldn’t help me now.

Fang sat across from me, watching.

Just watching.

I didn’t flinch under his stare, but my skin crawled with every second that passed. His elbows rested on his knees, his fingers tapping together like he was thinking through all the ways he was going to break me.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured. “That’s new.”

I didn’t answer.

A slow smirk curled his lips. “Nothin’ to say, love?”

I clenched my jaw. If I spoke, I’d snap.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “Or are you finally realizin’ how this ends?”

I forced a smirk. “Yeah. You die, and I walk out of here.”

His laugh was soft, almost genuine. “I love that about you. The fight. The fire. But you’re burnin’ out, aren’t you?”

I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood.

Fang leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin. Too close. “You’re mine, Lucy.” His voice was low, intimate in a way that made my stomach turn. “The sooner you accept that, the easier this gets.”

I kept my expression flat, cold. But inside, I was screaming.

He reached out, brushing a knuckle along my jaw, slow, deliberate.

I jerked away; teeth clenched.

Fang sighed, shaking his head like I was some difficult pet.

“Spinner won’t save you,” he said casually. “You know that, right?”

I went still.

Fang’s smirk deepened. “If he cared, he would’ve come for you already.”

I swallowed hard, keeping my breathing steady. He’s trying to get in your head. Don’t let him.

But it hurt.

Because what if he was right?

What if Spinner wasn’t coming?

“That club you ran to?” Fang continued. “They don’t want you. They never did. They let you go. Hell, maybe Spinner’s already moved on. Maybe he’s between another bitch’s legs right now, forgettin’ you ever existed.”

I wanted to kill him.

But I kept my face blank.

Fang chuckled, standing. “Don’t worry, love. You won’t have to wait long. Soon, you’ll see the truth.”

“You belong to me, Lucy,” he murmured, like he was saying it to himself as much as me. Like he thought if he said it enough, it would make it true.

I refused to look away. Refused to give him anything.

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