can't pretend

Prolouge

You said you wanted to kill me," she continued.

His eyes were wary as he watched her, waiting for her to continue.

"Do you still want to?"

A heartbeat. "Yes."

He tilted her chin up, and covered her upper neck with his hand. His eyes darkened, as if he was truly considering choking her to death right there. But his touch was light and careful as he rubbed his thumb against her neck and swept it over her jawline.

"That's not killing", she breathed.

"No," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "It isn't."