Smiling, I take another swig before I settle the pen back down on the page again, invigorated by the memory.
Suddenly, a click near the window makes me look up. It’s dark outside, and I don’t see a thing with this desk lamp being the only light source in my room. Noise from a true Tartarus party downstairs makes it hard to focus. Maybe I imagined the sound.
Sighing, I turn back to my writing.
Only for my neck to be met by a blade.
Sunny.
“Move one inch, and you’re dead.”
CHAPTER 9
Orion
I can’t believeshe’s here in my room … with a damn knife against my throat.
This is a dream come true.
I gulp. “Fuck. Do it.”
The blade pushes farther into my skin, forcing my head up, and I meet her gaze head-on. Wow, she’s beautiful, so damn beautiful to look at. It’s almost a pity I won’t ever be able to see her killer face again.
“Do you want to die so badly?” she asks.
“Only by your hand.” My fingers reach up to touch her face, but she pulls back. “Why can’t I touch you?”
“Because you haven’t earned the right,” she growls, retracting the knife.
Still, a droplet of blood rolls down my skin, and the mere rush of nearly dying exhilarates me.
She slaps a piece of paper down on top of my notebook.
“This.”
I frown, inspecting the words on the paper, but before I can even reply, she’s already snatched my notebook off my desk right underneath my nose.
I spin in my seat. “Hey—”
She raises a heel and shoves it into my chest. “Stay.”
A hot blush takes over my face, and I hate it, because red really isn’t my color.
She reads my words without speaking them out loud, her eyes scanning each sentence with great care, and I feel honored she’s putting in so much effort.
She lowers her foot and lays the note on top of the booklet, then checks it over and over, before turning the pages toward me. “Did you or did you not write this?”
Should I tell the truth or lie?
“Because it sure looks like you did.”
After all … if we both get what we want the most.
“I’ll tell you …” I say, leaning back. “If you promise to kill me.”
She stares at me for a moment, and I stare right back at her, her face slowly tilting down.
She chuckles. “This is a joke, right?”
