🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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**Trigger Warning: Violence against animals, blood, psychological & physical violence**
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Eve sensed the change in the air. In the blink of an eye, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, and the only thing missing was her breath forming clouds in front of her lips – that's how freezing it suddenly felt.
Jonathan stopped immediately, and his icy gaze turned back to her. His hand shot forward so fast that she flinched only when he had already grabbed her jaw, and his fingers painfully dug into her cheeks.
"When I say come... you follow."
Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she feared it would jump out and try to escape without her. He stared at her for a few of those frantic, stumbling drumbeats, and though it was only a few, it felt excruciatingly long to her.
"J-Jonathan..." Eve gasped, her voice rough as if it had been clumsily worked over with sandpaper.
His hand released her chin, sliding down her cheek into her straw-like hair and to the nape of her neck, where he seized her like a misbehaving puppy.
A painful moan escaped her lips immediately.
"Darling," he corrected quietly, but with a hiss like a snake ready to bite at any moment.
'Sick asshole... go to hell,' she thought. Nausea constricted her throat, and Eve wanted to spit in his face. She knew such games, though not quite in this form. For many years, she had smiled when she felt like crying. She had kept her eyes down and said nothing, silently bearing everything. Not too long ago, Eve believed she had overcome this cowardly trait in herself...
'You're not a coward. Not only is your life at stake, but Liam's as well,' she thought, clenching her fists. The damn ring pressed into the palm of her hand as she tried to remain calm.
"Darling," she whispered as if a noose were tightening around her neck.
"All right. Come on, it's time for dinner, " he said, releasing his grip on her neck but only to grab her upper arm and direct her back to the dining room.
