He throws one of his knives at me, and it flicks against a rock beside me. “Missed.”
“Don’t come near me,” he growls.
“Or what? You were the one who came looking for me. Well, here I am, bitch,” I scoff.
“I brought you your target. What more do you want?”
“Well, for one, I wanna know who’s stalking me,” I reply, playing with my knife. “Second, I work on my own.”
I throw my knife, but he reflects it with a new one of his own that he just pulled out of his second pocket. Damn, I’m surprised he came prepared. He’s got skills. I’m impressed.
“Then fight with him, not with me. I’m not your enemy,” he says.
“You made yourself my enemy the moment you involved yourself in my business.”
I throw another knife, but he keeps dodging them like he’s been trained, and something about that just doesn’t sit right with me.
Suddenly, he turns around and bolts off into the woods. He’s quick for a small fucker, but I’ll get him.
He passes a tree, and I throw a knife so hard it pins his bag to the bark.
“Fuck!” he screams, tearing off a piece of his bag as he pulls away.
But the second he’s freed, I tackle him to the ground. He spins onto his back and attempts to crawl away, but I stomp on his chest with my heel, and he muffles a groan which sounds more like a strangled moan.
His hands suddenly wrap around my ankle, my eyes immediately focusing on his, and time seems to pass slowly as he seems to turn into a puddle underneath my foot.
What the …?
“Sunny,” he murmurs.
How does he know my name?
Grinding my teeth, I remove my foot, shaking him off to straddle him instead. “You’re mine now.”
I shove a knife underneath his throat.
“No, no, no,” he mutters, as I rip off his mask.
But my jaw drops as I stare at the one person I didn’t expect to lie underneath me, his brown hair with textured, messy layers casually falling over his bushy brows and dark doe eyes.
Xavier.
Frowning, I say, “You really didn’t learn your lesson, did you?”
CHAPTER 12
Xavier
Adrenaline spikesmy blood as I attempt to crawl away from her through the mud, but she grabs my hand and shoves a knife through my shirt near my wrist, barely avoiding the skin.
“Stay.”
She grips the other hand with a ferocity I’ve never felt before, crushing my body with her weight, and I whimper from the feeling.
“Are you the one who’s been sending me these notes?” she growls in my face. She pulls a bunch of papers from her pocket and shoves them under my nose.
Sweat drips down my forehead. It’s no use lying now that I’ve been caught. “Yes. That was me.”
