Had this been the plan all along? Lure me to this dark space.
My instincts were on high alert as I walked past two open doors. Peeking inside, it was apparent they were empty, and I moved on, relieved—for now.
Three more doors made up the dark hallway. Two open, one closed. I chose the latter and drew a long pull of air before pushing open the slab of metal.
Maybe it hadn’t been physical, but I felt sucker-punched all the same when I saw Silas slumped over a table, still and lifeless.
“No…no, please.” My voice was barely audible against the loud pounding of blood in my ears. I shuffled forward, my knees weakened at the sight of blood on the floor, the table, and all over his clothes. A curtain of red-stained hair spread around him. I took another tentative step forward, reaching out, terrified of what I’d be confronted with and the horrors he’d endured.
“Silas,” I murmured, a shaky hand on his shoulder. “Si, please…please, be okay.” He stirred, and my heart soared. He was alive. A deep groan moved in his throat as he attempted to sit up. “Talk to me. Tell me you’re okay.” I pushed hair from his face. “Hey, look at me.”
“S-shit…” Silas lifted his head, and that’s when I saw his face, saw what that sick fuck had done to him. “Oh my God, you’ve lost so much blood.”
“It’s just a scratch,” he muttered, forcing a smile until his brows came together, eyes brimming with worry. “What are you doing here, love? You have to get out of here.”
I pulled at his restraints, but knew they wouldn’t budge. “You think I came all the way here, ruined this pretty dress just to leave with nothing to show for it?”
Silas shook his head groggily. “No, Leni…get out while you still can.”
One of his eyes was swollen almost completely shut. I framed his face with my hands, careful not to put pressure on his gaping wound. “I told you once that I’m the only one who gets to kill you. And I’m still debating it because what you did was so stupid, Silas. So fucking stupid.” Tears pricked at my eyes as hopelessness began to set in. I gave his cuffs another tug for good measure, knowing damn well there was no way I’d free him.
“No, baby, you’re just mad I beat you to it.”
I released a slight chuckle to hide the tremble of my face and the droplets forming on my lashes. Silas dropped his forehead against mine. “Go, Leni. Please.” His voice cracked, and that was my undoing.
Leaning forward, I kissed his bloodied lips. “You should know me better than that.” I licked along the contours of his mouth, the taste of his blood on my tongue. “You’re mine. And no one touches what’s mine and lives.”
“You’re incredible.”
“So I’ve been told. How many men did you see with Cillian?”
“Five.”
I’d killed three, but that didn’t necessarily mean I was down to two. I had to keep my guard up. I pulled away from him.
“Wait, Leni, you can’t take them on alone?”
My hand gently held the back of his head. “You owe me big for this. You better heal up quickly because this pussy will be on your face like a new accessory.”
“I’ll gladly pay that debt with interest.”
Even swollen, his beautiful eyes captivated me.
“I need you to do something for me.” He waited for me to continue as I straightened and inhaled a sharp breath. “Play dead.”
With that, I moved toward a bag in the corner of the room.
Jackpot.
The gun would always be a handy tool and the quick kill, but something about a blade set my blood on fire. Cold steel against tender flesh, the intimacy of a death well-deserved, it was orgasmic.
I slipped on brass knuckles and slid another knife into the holster on my thigh.
“Leni, love.” His tone was desperate.
I closed in on him again, heart-shattering with every wound. “In twenty-four hours, we’ll be back in Greece, and your cock better be buried so deep inside me, I won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Is that a promise?”
