I can see the exact moment realization slaps Kara in the face. Her eyes widen, mouth dropping open as all the color drains from her face.
I find it amusing, actually—the way the confusion on her face changes to shock, and then the sliver of fear.
It’s just a flash, but I see it.
“You…” Her voice sound breathy, wraps around my ear like silk. “…killed your father’s bodyguard?”
“Yes,” I answer plainly, not taking my gaze off her face. I like watching her squirm under my gaze. Tightening my grip around her waist, my fingers graze the exposed skin of her back, and I lean in to whisper: “I killed my father’s bodyguard, Kara.”
I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. It’s like she’s trying to process the fact that I killed Levi and confessed to it, and also trying to figure out
