Chapter 3
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6’8” and 280 pounds of lean muscle was staring down at me. Midnight dark hair, worn a little long, was drenched in rain, making it stick to his forehead. He looked like an old God, stepping out of myth to take vengeance.
“The f**k did you do, Inara?” His voice was shaking, hands clenching at his sides, as if he were trying not to hit me. I took a sip of my wine, making sure my hands didn't shake.
“I told you already. I'm stepping aside, so you and Selene–” A lamp went flying, shattering against the wall. I had liked that one. “Can be together. There's no use in pretending anymore. You don't want me–” An ashtray. Irish crystal. Shattering against the staircase. “Here. Kieran stop breaking s**t. Don't sit there and act like you don't want me gone!”
He stalks, circling like a predator circles its prey. I had always thought the suits he wore were too small for a man as big as him. They couldn't contain his true, and somewhat terrifying, nature. Camouflagde for a world that pretended mobsters didn't exist anymore. Those grey eyes are dark with anger. Why, I wonder. He couldn't possibly give a damn that I'm leaving.
“So you're just done?” His voice is deceptively quiet, meant to make people comfortable. I know better. I simply nod once. “One old flame comes to town, and you throw in the towel?” He scoffs again. “So much for your professed love, I guess.”
I felt myself pale. "How the hell..." I don't get to finish the sentence before he fixes me with those grey eyes, and smiles. It's a wolf's smile. All teeth.
"I wasn't as asleep as you thought."
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