The horror I’d been locking deep inside took that moment to crest. My knees gave out, hopelessly giving into rage and terror. If I failed in my quest to make the Hawks pay, who would wear it next?
Who?
Vaughn’s unborn daughter? The sister Daniel had hinted at in the car but I didn’t know was real or fiction?
Jethro caught me, placing me back on the bed.
My life switched. My path, my destiny no longer belonged to creativity, design, or couture.
It had never been that clear-cut.
My fate—the very reason why I’d been put on this earth—was to stop these men. To end them. Once and for all.
There will be no more wearers of the Weaver Wailer collar.No more victims of such a ludicrous, sadistic debt.
The ice that lived in Jethro’s soul seeped into mine, and this time...it stayed. There was no Kite to help me soar or hopeful naivety of the girl I used to be. I embraced the chill, letting it permeate and consume.
I will make him care.
My stomach churned with the promise.
I will make him love me.
My conviction wasn’t flimsy or half-hearted.
And then I’ll destroy him.
My vow was unbinding and unbreakable, just like my diamond imprisonment.
“Kiss me, Jethro.”
Jethro froze, eyes wide.
He tried to stand tall after leaning over to plant me safely on the bed. But I lashed out, grabbing his shirt and keeping him folded. “Kiss me.”
His eyes flared wider, panic filling their depths. “Let me go.”
“If we’re effectively married with contracts, carefully designed futures, and interlocking pasts, why are we fighting our attraction? Why not give in to it?” Yanking his shirt, I forced him to stumble closer. “We have years together before the end. Years of fucking and taking and pleasure.” Licking my lips, I purred, “Why wait?”
Ripping my fingers from his clothing, he backed away, ferocity and confusion equal bedfellows in his eyes. “Shut up. You’re hurt. You need to rest.”
I laughed, unable to hide the mania in my tone. “You wanted to take me in the greenhouse. I’m not saying no now.” I spread my thighs; apart from the bandage wrapped around my chest, I was naked.
Jethro’s gaze dropped to my exposed core, his jaw twitching.
“Kiss me. Take me. Show me you’re a man by being the first Hawk to claim me.” My stomach rolled with the filth I spoke.
But I’d made a vow; I intended to see it through.
Dropping my head, I let a curtain of black hair obscure one eye. “Let’s draw our battle lines right here, right now. We’ll fight. We’ll hate each other. But it doesn’t mean we have to let family dictate every action we do.”
Fire filled my belly. He wanted me. I knew that much. He wouldn’t have come all over my back if he didn’t. And there was something inside me—some all-knowing part that not everything was as it seemed. Sometimes he was so sure—so resolute and unswerving in the belief of what he said—and other times, it was a lie. A big, fat, obnoxious lie that even he struggled to hide.
“I told you at the coffee shop. If and when I take you, it will be on my terms. Fucking hard and nasty. I won’t kiss you, touch you—because Idon’t care. I’ll just fucking take, and you’ll wish you hadn’t taunted me.”
“You’ll take me against my will?”
Liar—you stopped before.
