Adriano
“Where?” she asked, her voice trembling.
My lips curved into something that resembled a smile but contained no joy. “To my hell.”
“No,” she gasped, stumbling backward. “I...”
“One more word from you,” I interrupted, each word dripping with venom, “and you’ll turn into a corpse right here.”
She immediately shut her mouth.
I wrapped my arm around her waist; my touch was possessive and inescapable.
Her body tensed beneath my grip, but the heat that radiated through her clothing only fueled the fire already burning inside me.
Fear has a scent, did you know? Sweet and sharp all at once, and she was drenched in it.
We had almost reached the exit when a voice called out behind us.
“Are you the one who killed my people?”
I slowly turned around, my arm still firmly around her wai
