"You can undress me all you want but you'll never see me naked." I spat in his face, rage filling me up whole, to the tip of the bottle, my own wobbly, sad heart. I was sweating like a pig just because of his eyes on me.
"You're forgetting one thing Coopy", he smirked, pulling his sunglasses down from the top of his head and painfully yet satisfactory added "I already did."
Bea Cooper and Carter King had a little thing. Hard to explain what exactly because none wanted to admit it happened, but they did share the sheets and now? Now the situation is a tinsy bit more complicated then one can tell, especially when a girl ends up having unwanted, surprising and horrifying feelings she shouldn't be having and for a guy that she should be hitting with her heel, maybe a rock, her supposed enemy, the very bottom of her to-do list, yet she can't help herself but take a few wrong turns and end up, again at his radar.
Rivals? So we assume.
All I wanted was a mate.
I just wanted one person to feel my absence in a crowded room--someone who chose me without hesitation, who noticed the silence I left behind, to miss me in the way I'd spent my whole life missing people.
But those dreams were fractured the moment that I met Troy.
He pressed the cold blade flush against my neck. I wanted to flip him so that he was the one on his back. I wanted to fight him and drive my foot into his throat.
"Hurry up." Even with death hovering at my pulse, I leaned into the blade. "Do it. Kill me."
Here was his chance. He could slaughter me in the dark right here, right now. He would never have the opportunity again.
Everyone had a mate and mine was going to kill me.
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2nd in series | can be read as a standalone