Page 233 of Poison Aches

I can’t breathe anymore.

It’s cold but I feel like my blood is coming to a simmering boil.

“I’ll never get down on my knees for you,” I grit out.

“Is that so?” Emmett mumbles, not bothered by my stubbornness in the slightest. “You can leave.”

Leave? I can’t leave now!

If I do, I’ll be caught!

If I leave the most secure place on earth where not even the most powerful can touch, what will happen to me? What will happen to Grammy and Samuel? I can’t just…

Emmett is watching me intensely.

“You know I can’t leave.”

“And why is that?” he mutters softly.

My heart literally stops beating.

Everything comes to a screeching halt.

I look up into the dark, frozen emerald eyes of the devil and he stares right back at me.

That old sixth sense I’ve always had when it comes to this man stirs up in me.

Run.

I have to run.

If I don’t, there’s no telling what this man will do to me.

Unlike King, Noah, and George who are every bit dangerous and unpredictable, Emmett is different.

When he sets his mind to something, no one can change it.

And when he vows to do something, it’s the same as being inked into eternity.

I’m doomed.

And this time around, I know that my sass will not save me. Especially when he once told me that I will be the one begging him to save me.

I guess the time has come.

I drop down to my knees right then. “I’ll do it!”

Silence stretches for eons.

My heart is thundering in my chest.

I press my sweaty palms against my thighs, sinking my nails into the soft flesh.

“I’ll sign it!”

Emmett watches me intensely, and with Emmett I’m finding that having his full attention is equivalent to inviting agony into your soul.

He’s too much and I’m simply too powerless to deal with him, let alone take his intensity.

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