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Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
My body trembled with fear as I turned to the door leading back into my bedroom.Stupid, stupid girl,I told myself.How could you fall for such a stupid trap?
I resisted the urge to start pulling my hair out as I crept back to the door to my bedroom and slowly opened it.
I stepped inside, my throat closing and preventing me from taking the breath I so desperately needed as I saw who sat on the edge of my bed, a knowing look on his face, dressed in all black.
His Rolex watch glinted in the soft morning sunlight casting shadows over his face, those eyes a shade darker than I remembered them being.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Seraphina.” Killian’s smokey voice sent ripples of heat licking down my spine.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched me. His black T-shirt did nothing to hide the thick muscles of his arms and shoulders, his broad chest straining against the fabric.
He arched a dark brow, his glossy black hair falling forward in gentle curls over his forehead. He was beautiful. As beautiful as he was deadly, and it chilled me to the bone.
“Do you want to know what I do to bad girls?” He rose slowly, stepping toward me as I backed away and pressed my weight into the door of the study.
Like a caged animal, he had me trapped, and the Hand of Death closed the distance between us with cat-like grace.
“Do you want to know?” he repeated, and then his mouth curved into a wicked smile.
CHAPTER 18
SERA
Caged in against the door, his hands on either side of my shoulders, Kilian looked at me, taking me in with a silent question lingering behind his eyes that I couldn’t read.
“It was a test, wasn’t it? The phone,” I said, my voice trembling.
“Smart girl.” His voice dripped with menace. “Not smart enough, apparently. Don’t you think I know everything that happens in this house? Did you think I wouldn’t find out you made a call?”
Just one call, then. But which one?
I lifted my chin. “I had to try.”
“You’re beyond that, Sera,” he rasped.
My heart skipped a beat as his scent hit me like a freight train. I could smell his faint cologne. Something expensive and warm. But beneath it, I inhaled a fragrance that had my knees going weak and my head spinning. Sharp and heavy, like the smell of the air after a storm, like something electric. If a dark, rainy night had a smell, that would be it.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Not yet,” he said pointedly.
“I have nothing to offer you.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.” His words were laced with a silent proposal that I, weirdly, wasn’t afraid of. My body acted against my will at his close proximity. Heat began to twist in my lower belly. I shifted my position, squeezing my thighs together. This man—this killer—shouldn’t have been this intoxicating.
They said the Hand of Death had many gifts. Maybe this was one of them?
Being pressed against the wall with him hovering above me had me thinking that if I was forced to sleep with this man to save my life, I just might like it. What did that say about me? If he was an animal and Iwantedhim, was I an animal, too?
I bit back the thought, trying to find focus again as his voice filled the space between us.
“Your father is my enemy.” He leaned in a little closer so the words whispered over my cheek. “But did it surprise you how unfazed he seemed that you were taken from him?”
“I haven’t seen my father for several years,” I said. “I cut ties with this life as soon as I could.”
“You can’t ever do that,” he argued. “Not fully. We’re born into it, and it’ll kill us. That’s just the way it is.”
