I gasped as a jolt of fear tore into me like ragged claws.
“Not so fun when it comes back, is it?” he said flatly.
His eyes zeroed in on something behind me. I followed his empty gaze to the obsidian dagger on my nightstand. I didn’t even bring it with me to Olivia’s room. I had everything I needed to protect myself except for the will.
“Obsidian.” He eyed it for a moment longer before looking back down to me. “You wouldn’t kill me. You have yet to acknowledge your feelings for me.” He smirked.
“The only feelings I have for you are disdain, loathing, and annoyance.”
“Is that all?”
“No. I also detest you, and I find you abhorrent.”
“Those all mean the same thing.”
“Good. Then my feelings should be perfectly clear to you.”
“Your feelings are about as clear as a swamp, Miss Charlotte, and you are a devious little liar.”
I was too late to hide the fear that washed over my face at his accusation, at his upheaval of what I desperately tried to conceal. He saw it. “I am not lying.”
He sighed at my denial. His lips brushed along my throat. “We just don’t have enough time,” he murmured, the words hardly reached my ears. His cool breath draped over my skin as he began to bite down.
No.
My fight was effectively renewed. I kicked my legs wildly, thrashing beneath him. He still had my wrists pinned above my head. At this point, I’d have bruises from struggling against his immovable hold. I hoped my chaotic movements would earn me some sort of room to free myself, instead they only slowed and became sluggish, and it was not because I grew tired.
“I told you to keep still.” He had the gall to be annoyed.
“Please, I’m not ready.” Warm tears trailed down my temples, seeping into the bed.
He leaned back from me, watching my tears fall with revulsion. He glanced around the room before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Fine. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
My eyelids grew heavy. My muscles turned to jelly. If he calmed me any further, I’d fall asleep, and if I could feel my fear, I’d be terrified at that thought.
“I’ll send you the details for our date.”
“I need time,” I murmured. My head lolled to the side.
“Time?”
“I can’t just go off to meet with a demon.” My words slurred.
He smiled as if it was a compliment. “You have three days.”
“Seven.”
“Four.”
“Eight.”
“Five.”
“Seven.”
“Alright, seven.”
I needed time to come up with a plan.
