ISLA
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“If you want to kill me, Isla, don’t kiss me first.”
“If I don’t kiss you, how can you be distracted enough for me to grab the knife?” I spat out.
“Well, you still didn’t succeed, did you?”
Silence followed his words but I still didn’t let the knife go. Instead, I tried harder. His words made me angrier. The mocking tone. The way he knew I never stood a chance against him. The way he never failed to point it out. My hand shook against his, desperately trying to pierce through his heartless chest.
He sighed at my futile attempts. “I thought we’d gotten past this stage, dolcezza. Do you really want me dead?”
I’d almost forgotten about wanting to kill him. I’d almost forgotten that he was my enemy. I’d almost forgotten that he was the reason I was in such a pathetic state toda
