He looks away. And chuckles.
Wait—what? Did my tyrant captor just chuckle?My eyes nearly bolt from their sockets as I take in his smiling face.My god. He has such a gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, cute dimple.
His smile fades as he takes in my utterly shocked expression.
In my daze, I inch closer, lift my hand, and gently nudge the corner of his lip with my fingertip. My eyes lock onto his cheek. I need to see that dimple again. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in this lifetime.
“Smile,” I say lowly, as if casting a spell.
It doesn’t work.
My eyes travel up to his stormy gray ones. I snatch my finger back from his lips. My fingertip burns where it touched him.
He licks the same corner with the tip of his tongue. I nearly melt right there.That’s so hot.Even though I’m at the 180-degree opposite of my ovulation phase, my body refuses to behave. My eyes move on their own, drinking in every sexy detail of him—broad shoulders, a shirt straining over his biceps and chest. And when he lifts the glass to his mouth, the fabric pulls tight over his forearms.
I shake my head slightly.What was in that milk?There has to be something in it. Because now, even his gloves look sexy to me.
Stop it, Elowen. He’s your godforsaken kidnapper.
I finish my milk in one gulp, cross to the sink, and set the glass down. Then I grab the pot and blender, drop them in, and run the water.
I feel him move closer. Behind me.
I reach for the glass under the water. He turns the tap off. His arm brushes mine in the process.
He’s standing behind me. Close enough that I can feel the heat of his chest against my back. Through our clothes.
“No need to do that,” he murmurs above my head, withdrawing his hand.
Goosebumps ripple across my skin again. I set the glass down and lower my hands.
I don’t turn until I hear him go.
I press my palm to my chest. My heart pounds, rapid and loud against my hand.
He shouldn’t act nice around me. It’s not good for my heart.
Salvario
After hours of thinking, I’ve reached a conclusion.
I won’t torture Alexander Bennett through his daughter.
I’ll kill him instead.
That’s the best of both situations. I get my revenge. And I don’t have to shatter her to claim it.
I reach Bruno’s room. He’s sleeping next to her. I settle onto the couch. He rises quietly and pads over.
“Traitor.” I stroke his head anyway.
He takes my hand between his teeth and tugs. I rise and let him guide me to her.
He leaves me standing there. Circles the bed. Presses his nose to her right hand. I narrow my eyes.So this dog only came to me to have her bandage changed.
I look at her. Then at him.What has she done to him to make him like this?
The same thing she’s done to you.The question answers itself.
