[Bianca]
"Should I kill them?" he asked plainly as if the thought had wandered in casually, like weather talk.
I blinked. Once. Twice.
"You're joking," I said, my voice stripped of humour. Because deep down, I didn't believe he was. Not even slightly.
He wouldn't do it because he cared about my feelings. No, he'd do it because it pleased him—because he was bored, or curious to know how I'd react.
My pulse skipped as I glanced back at the girls still glued to their screens, giggling subtly.
Impulsively, I grabbed his wrist, my fingers tightening. Not because I cared about saving them, but because I knew what bloodshed would bring—and I couldn't afford that kind of attention.
How had I forgotten how popular this man's face would be? He was a billionaire for god sake!
"Haha!" He lif
