Page 37 of Nemesync
He leans in, his grip tightening around my throat as he pulls me closer. His hand slides through strands of hair, tucking it behind my ear before his breath caresses my skin. “No,” he whispers, “this time, I’m thinking about pushing something else between your thighs.”
Pushing something else?
Oh…The gun.
Why is my pulse racing?
This feels so wrong, but why do I like it?
He leaves me hanging like this, readjusting himself in his chair and taking a sip from his glass as if nothing happened.
Bastard.
“Okay, lovers, let’s not ruin the mission before it even starts. We’re a team, remember?”
I turn to Niko, laugh, and brush the skin on my neck, “Lovers? More like nemesis, Niko. Don’t give him ideas.”
Elijah shoots me a cold look, still not changing the fire in them.
He’s just smiling, tilting his head a bit, like he’s liking the situation more than he should. “Nemesis, I like it,” he finally says. Pride and satisfaction invading those green eyes.
“Psycho.”
“I would rather call myself a genius, but go on.”
Nikolai looks at his friend and shakes his head, laughing in disbelief, “Of course you would call yourself a genius.”
My smile subsides to the last teasing of Niko, when Elijah notices a mark on my arm.
His expression darkens.
Green turns black, the fire turns to ice.
The forest turns into hell.
“Who did this to you, Zanae?”
My name rolls so easily over his tongue. His look changes: it’s not just burning, it’s fucking searing. I bet the flames in him are so bright they would ignite me so easily or show me a piece of hell, something that would purge the guilt I feel deep inside me.
Calm down, Z, calm the fuck down.
I shrug, trying to stay calm, “Nothing I couldn’t handle. Just a run-in with my father.”
Elijah’s jaw tightens, and Nikolai shoots him a look. “He’s been keeping tabs on you?”
“He’s trying. But I can handle him.”
“Maybe you should stay somewhere else until things calm down.”
Unexpectedly, Elijah, surprising everyone, speaks up, “She can stay at my place. It’s secure, and I have an extra room.”
Is he really inviting me to stay in his house? “Oh, how sweet of you, Elijah. It almost sounds like a threat. But you’re not like that, right?”
He scowls, but there’s a glint of something else in his eyes, something weird, something that intrigues me.
I need to know more of him; I want to know everything. I want to fucking study him, dissect him, and understand why it is so difficult to read him, like I do with anyone else.
A small smile returns to his lips as he answers, “Not like that at all, Miss Dellé.”
