The most irresistible of desires, is often the ones we fight against the most.
NIKOLAS
I sit there, at the counter, staring at my bandaged hand.
It’s just a small cut but it hurts worse than it looks.
My uncle’s words float around in my head. Banging against my skull until I can barely think straight.
“I can only hope that your brother also sees you as the non-threat that you think he is.”
I lift my head as footsteps approach the kitchen, the sound of heels clicking softly against the hard floor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” I whisper under my breath.
She sees me the minute she steps in.
I know she does because she hesitates at the door way, but then, like I knew she would, she squares her shoulders and comes in anyway.
Whoever Cameron is, no one could ever call her a coward.
S
