Page 432 of A Society of Traitors

Emely swallowed, almost imperceptibly.

I like this game.

At her table, where the defense would normally sit in a court case, I stopped opposite her and gave her a menacing smirk.

“Where have your manners gone, little wolf?”

I walked around the table, very slowly, passing behind her.

“The next time you slam the door in my face, pray you're not alone with me,” I whispered close behind her before sliding into the chair next to her.

Her body was completely tense and she stared straight ahead.

I looked at Camille, who gave me a suspicious look, and nodded at her with a smile.

Vivienna rolled her eyes behind her and looked back down at her papers.

I would have liked to say more, but Camille was here. And a Ruisangor's hearing was almost as good as a Senseque's.

Instinctively, I listened to the violent pounding coming from Emely's chest. It beat at the same rhythm as my own.

I looked back at her, smiled provocatively when I saw her pale face, and suppressed the urge to brush the dark strand of hair from her face that had just slipped out from behind her ear.

God, she was beautiful...

Her indigenous features, high cheekbones, and bronze complexion gave her something distinctive, something memorable.

And suddenly I wished she would smile. Just once.

Would I ever be able to make her smile? Was I capable of more than just triggering rage or nervousness in her?

My smile faded when I realized I was asking for too much. Things I would never get. And the worst part was that instead of dulling my feelings for this girl, it only made them rage even fiercer.

It was as if I wanted a little more of her with every second. And with every second I looked into her eyes, I felt that this was not a game. Whatever was between us was pure tension. Dangerous tension. Tension that would drag us into the abyss.

My own words suddenly struck me... far too violently.

“When I fall, you fall with me.”