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Fat chance.

Delilah turned around, and shit, was she a sight for sore eyes. Her face was paler than normal, her eyes puffy, but hell, it was so good to see her. I knew I didn’t look so good myself.

I reached out to touch her cheek, and her hand raised too, but it wasn’t to tenderly touch me.

Chapter Eleven

Delilah

BeforeIhadthechance to realize what was going on, I found my hand swaying in a wide arc. The slap across his beard muffled the sound, but just above his cheekbone I could hear my wet hand slapping across the skin. He was surprised when his head suddenly shifted, but instead of stepping back, he remained in place.

“I deserved that,” he said, licking his lip where it bled from hitting his teeth.

How dare he come here!

But he came.

Neither of us uttered a word, and I felt my breath coming out in large, uneven breaths.

Hawke was here, so close I could smell the leather of his jacket, and I couldn’t say a word. I felt a chaotic mix of fear and happiness coursing through me.

Happy that he’d found me, happy that he would go to such lengths to find me, but also, anger.

Hawke wouldn’t let me go. He would not let me live in peace. I would never get over him if he continued to pursue whatever this was. Every time I laid eyes on him, my breath hitched in my throat, and my heart ached. I couldn’t be his friend.

I leaned back against the sink, feeling the cold metal against my palms. I glanced to the ground, still feeling the heat of his gaze. “You should go,” I muttered. “You aren’t wanted here.”

His throat made a funny growl sound, the one that could make my pussy wet within seconds.

“Is that what you want?” he stepped forward.

I was pinned to the sink. I had nowhere to go. I would not run though. I had to face this. Hawke was the runner, not me.

I straightened my back, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yes, I want you to go. There isn’t anything between us anymore. You made that perfectly clear. And I can’t be friends with you.” I bit my cheek, trying to forget the sting in my eyes.

No way. I would not let him break me.

But something about his scent. That peppermint smell, it smelled like home, it reminded me of the good times we shared. It reminded me how happy I was when I as with him, how much I cared and wanted him.

I swear I didn’t remember it being this strong to want to be near him. Maybe it was the days away from him that had strengthened it, but I couldn’t ignore the power he had over me.

“I don’t want to be your friend, Delilah,” he muttered.

My heart felt like it had sunk even lower and so, without hesitation, I lifted my hand to strike him again. Was he now attempting to put me in my grave after he had so cruelly stabbed my heart? Was he trying to twist the knife to make sure I bleed every drop for him?

“I want you,” he purred, “to be mine.”

His teeth looked longer. Dare I say he had fangs? My knees trembled over the obscene amount of power radiating from him.

“Delilah?” Simon’s voice rang out from the front of the restaurant, breaking the trance.

Simon’s footsteps came closer. I turned to find Hawke was gone, and my body shuddered in relief.

He was so dang sneaky.

Simon had my driver’s license in hand, tapping it against his fingertips. “Here is your ID. Congratulations, you are officially a server.”

“Thanks.” I grabbed it and put it in my pocket to put in my bag later.

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