Page 59 of The Night Shift
“You areonesarcastic comment away from being a dead man.”
“Better pick a good one then.”
A frustrated groan leaves her lips and something in my psychosis finds it so fucking hot. I don’t know why I’m like this. Really, I don’t. Maybe I go a little insane around Holly. Maybe I like it.
Her grip around my wrists tightens. I wince. “Jesus, Holly. Do you really have to grind your nails into my skin?”
“No, but I guess sometimes I just can’t help myself.” She leans in closer, her face mere inches from mine. “What. Are you doing here?”
“Don’t kill me and I’ll tell you.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you.” She presses the tip of her scalpel against a spot below my jaw.
I breathe slowly, careful not to move my head too much. Fuck.
“Oh, I’m sorry, does this tiny little thing scare you?” Holly taunts. “That’s understandable. People fear knives more than they do guns. Did you know that, Dr. Carter?”
Dr.Carter. All the blood in my face rushes straight down to my cock and I hold back a groan.
“The reason is pretty simple. Only a few have been shot, but everyone has been cut. The cold steel touching your skin, the piercing pain that follows when it slices through, the absolute terror when thick, hot blood comes oozing out. No gun can replicate the fear of a sharp blade. And I bet if I hit the right spot, I can make you scream.”
Fuck menow, love. My cock is so hard it tents out the front of my trousers. “Are you trying to scare me or seduce me?”
“You’re not smart enough to be scared of me.” She uses her scalpel to cut a thin, precise line over my trachea. Not deep enough to draw blood. Just deep enough to make a point.
Fucking psychopath. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from grinning. “So a seduction then?”
“More like an enthusiastic suggestion.” She drags the blade to the base of my throat and, this time, presses hard enough to draw a big, fat drop of blood. “I literally cut into people for a living. Good people. You really think I won’t do it for free for a scumbag like you?”
Fuck, that hurts. That really hurts.
“I won’t ask again, Theo.Were. You. Following. Me?”
Perhaps it’s the fear of being carved up by Holly or it’s her heady perfume that’s invading my senses and making it very hard to think right now. Ormaybe, and more likely, it’s those pretty eyes, angelic and amber, that are making me dizzy and weak.
Whatever the reason, I nod.
My sudden eagerness to comply seems to throw her off a little. Eyes narrowed, she leans back to look at my face and blinks. “You…youwerefollowing me?”
I can’t tell if it’s a statement or a question, so I nod again.
She lets go of my wrists and takes a step back, wetting her dry lips, before lowering her scalpel.
Heavy silence.
Her eyes go on scrutinizing my face. She tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy, and for a second, I think she’s about to smile. Or perhaps kiss me. It’d be twisted as heck, but evidently that’s how I like it. Her lip curves a bit, and a fluttery sensation rises up my stomach. My heart rate picks up, beads of sweat forming across my upper lip.
The silence between us stretches and after a whole minute, Holly finally smiles.
Fucking finally.At last. A little common sense.I smile back.
Then I feel a tingle.
An intense, burning tingle. Like a burning hot rod of steel was just put into my stomach and left there. Then comes the heat. Like someone’s set my skin on fire. And lastly the pain. A flaming, searing pain, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My smile fades. I look down at my abdomen and the scalpel lodged in it.
Motherfucker—
Chapter 11
