I frowned. Could Archibald Weaver truly send his only daughter not once, but twice, to her death? He knew what awaited her. He knew what would happen if he didn’t give her up. But was family honour that strong? Or was there more to this debt than I’d been told?
Either way, it was time to go. Time to begin her nightmare.
“You returned.”
She nodded. “I returned. I want something from you. And I’m not going to be shy about asking.”
A flicker of surprise caught me unaware. She came across shy and timid, but there lurked steel in her voice. Little did she know what I wanted from her in return.
“Fair enough. I have something to discuss with you.”
Don’t make her suspect.
“What?”
Your future. Your death.
“Nothing important, but we need to go.”
Time to begin. The time is nigh to pay your debts.
Nila came closer, shedding the tameness, and embracing courage. I would’ve been intrigued if I didn’t already know everything about her.
Such a silly girl. A silly toy.
Whatever she wanted from me, I’d oblige. After all, she’d been given to me to do as I pleased.
And everyone knows you don’t give a pet to a killer.
Chapter Six
Nila
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“GET ON.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
Jethro didn’t move. He didn’t look condescending or annoyed or anything other than cold and collected. Nothing seemed to interest him. I thought I could use him for sex? He didn’t look like he knew what a smile was, let alone passion.
His legs bunched beneath the dark charcoal of his trousers, steadying the heavy motorcycle between them. “I said, get on. We’re leaving.”
I laughed. What a ludicrous suggestion. Waving down my front, I hoped he wasn’t blind, because no one could ignore the kilograms worth of black diamantes or acres of material I wore. “I struggled to get here in a limousine. There’s no way I can perch on the back of a stupid motorcycle.”
Jethro’s lips quirked. “Come closer. I’ll fix that.”
My heart jumped; I clutched my phone tighter. No response from Kite.Which is agoodthing.I just had to keep telling myself that. I never wanted to hear from him again. “Fix it how?”
“Come here and I’ll show you.” His eyes drifted down the front of my dress.
I’d been around powerful, attractive men all my life. Both my father and brother were well known for being eligible bachelors, but they lacked something that Jethro held in abundance.
Mystery.
Everything about him spoke of trickery and wile. He’d barelyspoken, yet Ifelthis requests. For some stupid reason, it felt as if he’d trained me with his silence to be alert, ready, eager to please.
I hated his effortless power.
