Landon felt his pulse quicken, and not just from the exertion of the fight.
There was something intoxicating about watching Daphne like this. All lethal grace and deadly intent. Her amber eyes burned with determination, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to release. His t-shirt clung to her curves, now stained with his blood, and somehow that made her even more alluring.
She was actively trying to kill him now and all he could think about was how magnificent she looked doing it.
He had to have her. He had to make her his little pet.
“Come on,” he goaded, circling her with measured steps. “You can do better than that.”
She lunged again, the glass shard slicing through the air where his throat had been a second earlier. He caught her momentum, using it to spin her against the wal
