Page 15 of Knot your Princess
Great.
But it suddenly strikes me that I will be missed. Wanda will know I’m not there and will ring my mum. Won’t she? Although it doesn’t really matter because it’s not like my parents can get to me stuck in here anyway.
This is a disaster.
And to top it all off, I’m starting to feel all sweaty and nest-y again.
Glancing up, I see something taped to the underside of the desk on the far side. Leaning forward, squinting in the darkness, I poke it. Realising it’s a gun, I drop my hand again quickly. There’s something next to it that looks like a folded over envelops.
When the door opens again, I freeze, forgetting momentarily about the contents under this desk with me, breathing in shallow breaths to try to remain silent.
Heavy footsteps sound on the floor, coming closer. I swallow, my head going dizzy when the chair is shoved out of the way, and a man leans down to glare at me underneath the desk.
“Cain!” I exclaim when I see him.
Grabbing my shoes, I scrabble out from underneath the desk, tripping on the hem of my dress.
“Fuck, am I glad to see you. What is going on out there? Is it over?” In my relief at seeing him and rescuing me, even though I have no idea what is going on, I fling my arms around him.
He takes a second to return my embrace, but when he does, he clings to me, turning his face into the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent deeply, which freaks me out in two different ways. I want to push him away and growl at him for taking advantage of my fear, but at the same time, I want to fall into his embrace and never let go. My confusion makes my heart pound. It feels like a war tearing up my soul inside me.
“Sophia,” he says, his tone slightly off. “Sophia.”
His ornery tone brings me back to myself and reminds me that I don’t like him. Pulling back, I glare at him. “Well?”
He snaps out of the daze he appears to be in and releases me, only to grab my elbow and steer me out of the office. “Come with me,” he says, his voice gruff.
I frown at him for manhandling me. “Where’s Nico?” I ask.
He turns to me, his blue eyes ablaze.
When I gaze back at him in confusion at his sudden anger, his glare softens slightly. “We had to split up.” A small smile plays on his lips, and it sends up a red flag.
Something is not right here, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what, until I gaze up into those sparkling blue eyes and it’s strikes me.
He pulls on me to get me to move, but I plant my feet. “Wait.”
Leaning under the desk, I grab the gun and yank it down with all of my strength.
“Who the fuck are you, and where is Cain?” I growl, holding him at gunpoint, my heart hammering in my chest.
ChapterThirteen
Atlas
Smirking at her, I ask, “What makes you think I’m not Cain?”
She purses her pretty lips. She is something else close up and in person. Her scent is gorgeous, filling my senses and driving me to the brink of doing something incredibly stupid. But I need to remember my own agenda. Get Quinn for the IPP, but get Sophia for me.
“Okay, granted, you smell like him, and you sure as shit have his face, but there’s something different about you. Your eyes. They’re not as haunted as his. There’s more fire there.”
“You can tell us apart from that?” Narrowing my eyes, almost as if to stop her from staring into them and deducing all of my secrets, I’m impressed, and growing increasingly suspicious that not all is at it seems here.
“Mostly. Your scent isn’t as…” She purses her lips, trying to think of the word.
“As what, princess?”
She grips the gun tighter. “I amnotyour princess. And enough of this.Whothe fuck are you because I know you’re not Cain?”
