“Where’s Mitch?” she demands, voice edged with anxiety.
I don’t even look at her. “Breathing.”
“If you hurt him—”
“You’ll what?” I turn to her, my hand finding her jaw, tilting her face toward mine. Her pulse jumps under my thumb, and I can feel the heat of her anger. “Try to poison me again? That wasn’t very nice, Clara.”
Her eyes darken. “Neither was killing my brother.”
The accusation hangs between us.
She stops, pressing her lips together, her gaze narrowing on mine like she’s trying to decode a secret hidden in my eyes. Her brows pull together, almost touching, as if she’s genuinely annoyed that she can’t figure it out.
“Youstillthink I killed your brother?”
She bites her lip, and I feel my cock twitch.
Those fucking lips that I want to bite until she moans, want to feel wrapped around my cock, want to taste until she forgets how to breathe.
“The evidence—”
“Is wrong,” I finish for her.
She looks away. “I don’t trust you,” she mutters, shoulders tense.
I lean in, our noses almost touching. “Not asking you to.”
Her eyes flash, and she hisses, “And if you harm Mitch… or Elijah…”
I grin, cocky and unbothered. “You don’t have the upper hand here,krasotka. Remember that.”
Her reaction is immediate. She jerks forward, headbutting me, and stars explode in my vision.
“Fuck. You,” she spits.
I catch myself, eyes watering from the impact, but I can’t help the laugh that slips out. I press my forehead to hers, my smile wide and infuriating. “Maybe later,dorogaya.We have errands first.”
She headbutts me again.
The impact makes my eyes water, but all I can think is how fucking perfect she is like this—wild and furious and mine.
Wait. Not mine.
Enemy.
Right?
Blyat.
The city skyline finally appears through the windows. Clara’s whole body coils tighter, like a spring about to snap. Her eyes dart between buildings, probably calculating escape routes.
Maksim pulls into the circular drive of Canal Place, and Clara’s expression shifts from calculating to suspicious.
“A mall?”
“You can’t wear my clothes forever.” Though the sight of her in my hoodie does things to me. “Even if you want to.”
“I’d rather wear a trash bag.”
