I’m still not into him.
Cassandra wasn’t into him, either.
Yeah, he isn’t going to take the rejection well.
‘Don’t just stand there waiting to be a victim. Find a weapon.’Cassandra’s memories ring out in my mind, and her sharp voice helps me focus on action, rather than fear.
Subtly, I scan the room, looking for anything with stabby potential. I’d really like to return the favor andmurder Leon, or, at the very least, violently maim him. The thought almost makes me smile. I used to wonder if I had it in me to kill someone. Silver lining, I have my answer now.
Personal growth is nice like that.
Unfortunately, the room is just about empty, save for the bed and a large wardrobe pressed against the corner of the opposite wall. There’s a door next to it, and another door to my right. You’d think the Council’s castle would have fancy metal candlesticks. I’ve played Clue, so I’m pretty sure a candlestick can take someone out.
Something in Leon’s face flashes, but he doesn’t drop his coaxing smile, even as he lowers his arms. Evidently, he’s really sold on this whole ‘let’s pretend I didn’t commit any atrocities’ act.
How about no?
“What did you do to my friends?” More anxiety coils around me. I need to know they’re okay. But Leon killed me before I had a chance to guarantee my Mortal Realm friends were safe… or the others on the beach with me.
My breath catches at the thought of who else I left behind, and I shove it away as quickly as possible. Thinking ofhimis a one-way ticket to a breakdown.
Leon doesn’t get to see my pain. I need to be strong.
This time, I don’t miss the momentary flash of irritation that ghosts across Leon’s features before he masks it again.
He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “We left them on the beach and apparated away. Fates only know what Sin and the other filth did to them.”
A tendril of my anxiety dissipates. At least my sacrifice wasn’t for nothing. Need doesn’t have my friends. Arianna and Sin will keep them safe.
Sin.
Fuck! I’m not supposed to think about him.
But it’s too late. My heart starts beating erratically, and small wisps of electricity dance along my spine.
Shut it down, Vivian.
Leon must notice the slight shift in my emotions, because he takes another step toward me, eyeing me appreciatively. “Light and immortality suit you, darling.”
Oh fuck no.
He has seriously misunderstood where my mind went.
His steps are confident as he advances, but this time, I stay where I am. I refuse to cower before this obtuse prick.
I’m about to tell Leon that six feet of dirt would suit him when he tries to stroke my cheek. Immediately, I slap his hand away, bracing myself for the pain our corrupted bond will unleash on me for my rebuttal.
No pain comes.
My eyes widen.
