Leah
I knew death was the only way out of Aiden's chains, but it wouldn't be mine.
Killing him would be easy. I'd watched him sleep enough nights to know it was possible. I just needed to make up my mind to actually stab him. He let his guard down with me, convinced I wouldn't dare. That arrogance would cost him.
He stepped out of the closet with his coat half on, sliding a gun into his holster. I hated how his eyes softened when they met mine.
He leaned down, his fingers grazing my face. That same stupid smile he wore in the kitchen tugged at his mouth.
I turned my face away from his kiss. He pressed his lips to my neck and breathed me in. My hands curled into fists.
"Should I get you something on my way back?" He murmured against my skin.
When I didn't reply, he turned my face a
