God, I want her.
“Now the name,” I tilt my head towards my phone and shake it in the air between us.
“You can’t kill him,”
I groan. “Woman!” I unlock my phone. “Never mind, I will find out myself,”
Her hand pushes my phone away and she stares at me, one eye brow lifted.
“You can’t kill him,” I open my mouth, but she presses a dainty finger to stop me blabbering. “Because he’s already dead,”
I raise my own brow at her. There’s something vicious behind her smile.
“Oh really,”
“Yeah, it was such a shame,” She takes my free hand and places it on the top of her thigh, where I feel a long lump through the material of her skirt. A knife?
“Poor man had his throat slit three years ago. Bled out slowly,” She grins. The manic look making my balls twitch.
I feel myself mimicking her. The zing of energy between us shifting from something so serious to all consuming.
My hand tightens on her thigh as my heart starts to pound in my chest. The feeling almost unbearable. This woman does things to me I didn’t even know was possible. I thought my future was mapped out, that everything was out of my control, and I had to make the best out of it. What wasn’t in the plan, was Ruella Griffith. Yet now I want to rearrange everything so that she is at the centre of my world.
Shit.
How did this happen.
I shake my head to bring myself back to the moment.
“He deserved a lot more than that,”
She nods taking her hand from mine, then pushes off me to stand. This time I let her go because my legs are starting to go numb. Not that I am complaining, I would happily loose the limbs if I could have her on me forever.
When I get to my feet, I give her a once over. “You good?”
“Yeah,” She finally sounds more like herself. “Thanks again,”
I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. “You going to stop avoiding me now?”
She looks at me almost contemplatively. Her mind whizzing with indecisions until it finally comes to one.
“Yeah. It’s not like you’d give me a choice anyway,”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I smile as I open the door for her. I glance at my watch and realise we have been in here for over an hour and as my stomach registers this, it begins to protest.
“Sure you don’t, Stalker,”
She isn’t wrong there.
She links her arm through mine, and I don’t flinch like I usually do when Darcy does the same thing.
“Come on, let’s get you fed handsome,”
She drags me towards the main hall, and I officially can’t wait for whatever is to come next. As heavy as this afternoon was, it has shifted our relationship like that night in the billiard room. But this time, she isn’t running. I won’t let her.
NINETEEN
RUELLA
