~Vivian~
My heart was still racing as I stood there, staring at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor.
He still hasn't answered my question. He was looking at me, like he was hoping I'd erase my mind and forget that he had just snapped a man's neck like crackers.
He stood over the man he had just killed, the tension in his broad shoulders still visible as though he was ready for more violence. His chest rose and fell steadily, his dark eyes cutting through the space between us. There was blood on his hands.
BLOOD.
The same hands that had once traced every curve of my body, sending waves of pleasure through me. Now, those hands had taken a life in the blink of an eye.
I couldn’t breathe. My back was pressed against the car, my palms flat against the cool metal as if I needed someth
