CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
RYKER
I scrutinised her for a while as I mulled over her request, contemplating if I was going to give in or not. I wasn't the man who asked for time to make decisions.
Before I leave a room, my mind is made up.
“So what do you say?” She asked as she fiddled with the hem of her dress.
I shrugged. “You don't have the strength. You look as though your hand can be snapped in two , with a tight grip.”
She licked her bottom lip and I stared against my will. “You don't want to know what these hands can do, Alpha. They handle knives, pens, guns, every weapon. Just name it.”
“One can't have a proper conversation without you bringing in your murder instincts?” I asked.
She pulled out a bag of chips from her drawer.
“That's because I can't do half of what I say, trust me
