CHAPTER 30
Like A Drug
Once she had secured the black lace mask—the delicate web of fabric obscuring her eyes and the bridge of her nose—she stepped out of the vehicle into the cool night air. Deprived of her usual cosmetics, she resorted to biting her lips, the sharp pressure drawing a natural, blooming flush of color to her mouth. She caught him watching the small, intimate gesture with a heavy intensity.
“Being kidnapped did not exactly leave me time to summon my glam team,” she remarked, her voice cutting through the silence with a cold, brittle edge. “The least you could have done was provide a touch of makeup in that damned paper bag. I would at least like to look the part before you decide to murder me.”
He stepped toward her, his silhouette eclipsing the light of the torches.
