KYRIE.
It took everything in me not to slam my palm into the door beside her head.
I could hear my own pulse.
"You're hiding something, Eve. And I'm not going to ask again."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and I caught that flicker of fear in her eyes—fear of me, or fear of what she'd say, I didn't know. But f**k, I hated it. Hated that look on her face like I was the f*****g villain in her story, or some dark force closing in.
Maybe I was.
She pressed herself flat against the wall, but it didn't help. I could still feel her heat. Her breath. Jesus. I could practically taste her panic.
And f**k, I was one second away from letting every last thread of restraint snap. One more flicker of her lashes, or one more f*****g quiver of that soft lip, and I'd forget everything else. I'll
