Page 37 of Buried in Blood
Interesting. She isn’t shaking. She is confident. Maybe she is blushing because the thought has crossed her mind. Or she is just fucking nervous.
“If you ever think about it. Dream about it. Or try it. I will fucking sell you. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“USE YOUR FUCKING WORDS!” I scream.
“Yes, I understand,” she says quickly.
Good.
There is only one way to catch a snake. That’s to dangle the food in front of its eyes. And that’s exactly what I am going to fucking do.
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Harmony
His tap on my door is soft. That’s how I know something’s wrong.
Damien doesn’t do soft.
I crack the door open, peeking through like a scared little rabbit, and find him leaning against the frame with his arms crossed—tight enough to cut circulation, like he’s holding something in.
“Harmony,” he says, voice low.
I open the door the rest of the way. “Yes?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies me.
I hate when he does that. Like he’s trying to solve a riddle I didn’t mean to become.
“I want you to take Brooke out today.”
I blink. “Out? Where?”
He shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “Hair appointment. Shopping. Whatever you need to do to get her ready for auction.”
My stomach turns.
“What if she tries to run?” I ask, though I already know.
His eyes harden. “I’ll send Reese with you, although I don’t think I can trust him.”
My heart skips.
He’s watching me. Always watching. I give a soft smile, stepping closer, sweet and safe like he needs me to be.
“You can trust him,” I say gently. “He’s never done anything to betray you.”
“Hasn’t he?” Damien murmurs, almost to himself.
I reach up and place my hand lightly on his chest.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I ask.
His jaw clenches. “Yes.”
“Then let me handle it.”
