The other for giving me the worst case of blue balls.
“Get up.”
She grins, watching me stalk closer, “Somebody’s bossy.”
“I said, get the fuck up off the ground.”
My nerves are shot and there’s dead person ooze dripping from my face. There’s nothing rational about my state of mind right now, and the sight of Calista’s swollen lips is making it worse.
“I like it when you’re bossy.” She smirks, climbing to her feet and brushing the dust off her pants, “I don’t mind taking turns, you know.”
“What the hell is your problem?”
“Me?” Her hands lift innocently, “I don’t have a problem, Devil. But you... well, you seem like you’ve had a rather trying evening. How about a quick fuck followed by a good night’s sleep?”
She’s teasing me, poking me until I give her the reaction she’s hoping for.
Forget Everett White. Calista Drache is the real witch of this town.
“Hand it over.” Tilting my gun, I gesture towards the lump in her pocket, “I saw it when you were busy fucking the side of my coffin.”
“Your coffin? Oh, dear. Ingrid will be displeased to hear that.”
“I’m serious. Hand it over.”
A spark ignites in her green eyes, “And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll shoot and take it from you.” Releasing the safety, I point the barrel right between her eyes, “Hand it over, darling, before tonight gets any messier.”
Her heels click against the stone floor. Dressed in dark leather, her boots come up to the curve of her knee and they are easily the sexiest footwear I have ever seen. Calista isn’t that tall for a woman, only about 5’4 or 5’5, but with those heels, she evens the playing ground.
“Go ahead then.” She tilts her head, looking me dead in the eye, “Shoot.”
“You aren’t the first to tell me that tonight.”
“And how did the first one turn out?”
At my silence, she shakes her head with a sigh, “There’s only so many games you can play before someone calls your bluff. It takes a dark soul to take a life, and frankly, there’s too much life left in you.”
“But not you?”
Something flickers through her eyes. I watch her take a step forward, bringing her level with my gun.
“We’re at a crossroad, Devil, and it’s time you picked a side.”
“I already picked one. Hand the Hoffmann Diamond over.”
We’re staring each other down, my gun almost pressed against her forehead. If it weren’t for the tension filling the room, it would be comical looking at us from the outside.
A couple of alphas fighting over a slab of meat.
Neither willing to make the trade.
“I need that diamond.” My grip tightens, “More than I need you alive.”
“I understand.”
She doesn’t blink, she doesn’t flinch when I press the metal firmly into her skull.
