Dove Prescott is forced into a dangerous game of cat and mouse after another failed attempt to escape from her boyfriend turned captor.
Fleeing from town to town, Dove has stayed one-heart stopping step ahead of the monster who is hunting, tormente...
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"As much as I enjoy lying in bed with you..." I turned my head on the pillow to look at Rhys. He was propped up beside me with a smug smirk on his lips. His hair was ruffled up and messy, eyes bright with mischief. "Don't you have an actual job to get too?"
He rolled his eyes, dropping back onto his pillow. "Unfortunately. Thanks for reminding me."
"It's fine. I have a lunch date." I patted him on the arm playfully as I got up out of the bed, feeling his eyes rake over my naked flesh as I walked toward the bathroom. It had been a long time since I felt so comfortable with myself or with someone else. Silas had stolen that from me when he had held me hostage with his "love." Grabbing my toothbrush as I turned on the faucet to begin the process of getting ready.
"Who do you have a lunch date with?"
Turning, I found Rhys leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. I looked away from him to the mirror above the sink, brows furrowing as my gaze settled on my own appearance. My blonde roots were beginning to show, my skin was flushed from the sex, and there were dark bags under my eyes.
I spit into the sink, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Your mother. I got her number from your cellphone," I said.
"You did what?"
I dropped my toothbrush into the cup next to the sink and brushed past Rhys as I exited the bathroom. I did my best to ignore the way my body reacted to his agitation.
"I can't believe you went behind my back... There are things you don't understand about our situation, Dove," he growled as I walked away from him and down the hallway to my room, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. He stalked after me. I'd already decided I wouldn't have another person lord over me. Rhys and I would be equals or we would be nothing at all.
"You can talk to me like a rational person or you can go back to your room. But I won't be growled at," I said in a firm tone, pulling the top drawer open and grabbing underthings. I tossed a look at him over my shoulder, meeting his cold glare.
"I don't know why you seem upset. Shouldn't you want us to get to know each other?" I glanced toward the alarm clock, I was supposed to meet with Astrid in thirty minutes.
"That's not what I am saying. Stop putting fucking words into my mouth."
I slipped my arms through the straps of my bra, one at a time. "Then stop leaving me with unanswered questions where I have to assume everything. It makes asses out of us both," I snapped back as I reached back to fasten it. As much as I enjoyed how complete I felt when I was around Rhys, he drove me up a fucking wall.
Rhys clenched his jaw, reaching up to comb his fingers through his hair in agitation. "You're the most frustrating woman I've ever fucking met."
