Fiona
“Are you threatening me now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. My stomach twisted disgustingly at where this conversation was heading.
“No,” he answered, his tone sharp as he began slowly pacing the room, “if anything, I’m trying to help you, Fiona.”
“Don’t say my name like it belongs on your tongue,” I snapped, but my voice was controlled in order not to draw any attention from outside.
“What’s coming is far more important than your name—far more deadly,” he said while still pacing the room without bothering to take a single glance at me.
He moved more confidently than the last time before I had stupidly spilled my secret to him. That was the weapon he was trying to use against me now.
I hated the feeling that was beginning to crawl up inside me—a feeling of being under contr
