In the next instant, a blade of his own is at my throat, no idea where he pulled it from, the cold steel biting into my skin.
I press harder at his neck, drawing a thin line of blood.
“You’re brave,” he murmurs. “Or suicidal.”
“Neither,” I snap. “I’m justice.”
He presses his blade a fraction deeper.
“For who?”
“Talia,” I say flatly. “Ring a bell? Or have you forgotten? Hard to keep track of girls once you ruin them.”
His eyes narrow, confusion, recognition… irritation.
But not even a flicker of guilt.
“So you came to what… kill me?” he asks, smirking.
“Say your last goodbye, Markev.”
“What a way to go…” he murmurs, his eyes dragging over me slowly. “I always imagined dying because of Bratva business, some man shooting me, blowing up my car, a sniper on a roof… Never once did I imagine…you. A damn goddess.”
“You’re high,” I deadpan.
His smirk doesn’t fade. Instead, he shifts his hips, and the outline of his cock presses against me.
“Obviously,” he says. “You made sure of it.Literally.”
Revulsion slams through me at the feel of his body against mine.
“Psycho,” I spit, and because I have no interest in wasting another second with this maniac, and because he’s too busy staring at my face and my chest like an unhinged idiot, I manageto shove his hand away from my throat and drive my blade into his side.
He grunts, glancing down at the pink handled blade embedded in his side, thick blood spilling across his skin, before lifting his gaze back to me.
I expect fury.
Anything but what I find waiting for me.
A smile.
A wild, pleased, unmistakably deranged smile.
The man is certifiable.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, staring at me as if I’m a miracle. “You drew blood.”
“And I’ll do more than that.”
I reach for the blade hidden along my cleavage, ready to finish what I started, when voices echo down the corridor.
“Milo?” a man calls.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pushing off him and sprinting for the balcony.
“Don’t run, princess,” he calls after me, but I’m already gone.
I glance over the railing. Two storeys. If I land on the bushes, I’ll survive the fall with nothing more than a bruise… or five.
