Dillon:I’m in England. Call me.
Dillon:Respond. This is your final warning.
Dillon:You didn’t respond. I’m now fully authorised to use whatever means necessary to find you.
I gulped.
Frank would never call the police on me—even if I went missing for a year—but only because that would shinefartoo much attention on Snowflake Corp and all the things we definitely shouldn’t be tampering with.
But Dillon...he was just as ruthless as Lucien when he put his mind to something.
I gasped as my phone suddenly gave up delivering messages and flashed with an incoming call instead.
From Dillon.
Chapter Seventeen
IT WASN’T WORKING.
Why isn’t it working?!
I was burning. Burning.Burning.
The cold water did nothing.
It crashed over me in a brutal torrent, soaking my bandages, stinging the stitched wounds beneath.
I’d ripped off my trousers and angled my face into the spray, but even standing naked in the coldest water available, my skin continued to steam.
Heat roared through me, incinerating my insides, making my bones blaze with fire.
I braced both hands against the daisy-tiled wall, bowing my head as the spray hit the back of my neck. Steam curled over my arms and shoulders, refusing to be snuffed out.
The bathroom fogged as if I ran hot water, not cold. The mirror clouded and obscured me as I balled my fists against the tiles andbeggedfor it to stop.
What the hell is happening?
Was it because I’d kissed her?
Because I’d used her to test if the vitalsync core was broken by pushing up my heartrate as much as I could?
I’d kissed her with one goal in mind—to prove I was finally free—but somewhere along the line of my little experiment, I’d lost all reason.
I’d wanted her.
Neededher.
I’d kept my promise never to give in while trapped in Cinderkeep but...we weren’t there anymore. I could fuck her against the wall, and it wouldn’t go against any of my strict rules. I could finally, finally know what it would feel like to sink inside her, even if we still teetered on the edge of disaster.
Which was lunacy.
Stupidity.
We had to run—
“Fuck.”
Flames chewed through my body as if they agreed—burning me alive for my lack of priorities.
