Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
He frowned before stepping closer. “Do you not want to be here?”
Did I?
He waited.
I looked down. I’d told him I did. Gone to huge lengths to make that statement, actually. I’d told him I wanted to be a part of this because of my father, that I wanted to destroy him, but I wavered now.
Kai stepped closer, his hand sliding around my neck and his fingers threading into my hair. He lowered his forehead to mine. “You don’t have to be here. You really don’t.”
He cupped the side of my face, and I leaned down, savoring his touch and closing my eyes a moment.
When I opened them again, he was watching me. Like always.
Waiting. Like always.
Being there. Like always.
I was so goddamn torn inside.
“I’m scared to see what you’re going to do,” I whispered.
That was the truth, in the most real way I could put it.
“Why?” He cocked his head to the side.
My hand rested over his. Why? I’d asked myself that question, over and over again.
The truth. Stick to the truth.
My hand shook over his. “Because I’m scared of what it’ll do to me.”
I gripped his hand, pressing it to my chest. “I’m not an idiot. I know you’re more than likely going to kill all three of those men, and while I have chosen to stand at your side, to stay at your side, I am twisted about the right thing for me to do.” I took a breath. The words came faster than I could process them now. “The Hider in me should try to stop you. But as the child of one of those men, I want to stay to see vengeance play out. The woman in me is scared. I’m just scared.”
Kai wrapped his arms around me, and just like that, I felt certainty and strength swirl up inside of me. But it wasn’t mine. It was his. He was giving it to me, or I was absorbing it from him. Either way, I knew I was one of Kai’s now, just as he’d said.
I was one of Kai’s—his hostage, his lover, his friend, his confidant, his enemy.
I was his, but he was mine too.
Or was he? Could Kai actually belong to someone?
As fast as that possessive need rose up in me, it vanished.
“What do you need from me?” he asked.
His honesty was brutal. And melting me.
“I need to know what I am to you. I am changing the framework of who I am because of you, so I need to know it’s worth it.” I paused a beat. “I love you, even though I shouldn’t. I do.”
His eyes darkened. His lips parted. And he was kissing me.
It was a possessive claim. Hot. Commanding. His tongue swept to meet mine, and I moaned into his mouth, pushing up on my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck.
I don’t know when I’d fallen for him, but I had, and I couldn’t change it.
I could never go back to the life I led before—to either of the two lives I’d led before.
He pulled back, his lips resting over mine. “Wait for me. I will say what you need to hear, but not now. Not here. Wait. Can you do that?”
“I don’t have much choice.” My grin was rueful.
The corner of his mouth tugged up, and he kissed me again, then pressed a kiss to my forehead. He breathed against there for a moment. “Just wait. Please.”
Just wait.
Those were my instructions.
He gave me a third kiss, then led me to the first office. Once inside, he put me in a dark corner, up against the wall. A man sat in a lone chair in the middle of the room, a single light trained on him. The rest of the room was dark.
I knew I wasn’t the only one standing in the shadows.
Kai walked forward. He made no sound. He was like a ghost again.
He sighed. The sound was so loud in that room, and it was everyone’s cue.
We were about to begin.
He turned to a wall and spoke, “Bring them up.”
It took a second, but a videoconference image came up and filled the entire wall. In it was a table, in a room similar to ours, and around the table sat eight individuals—three women and five men, all middle-aged or older.
A woman sat at the end, her gray hair swept up into a bun at the top of her head. She wore a black turtleneck sweater, black-framed glasses, and minimal makeup. She was the image of classy, elegant, and wealthy.
She was in charge of the gathering.
She folded her hands on the table and leaned toward a microphone in front of her. “Okay, Kai. We’re all assembled. What is it that you want us to know?”
Kai glanced once in my direction before walking forward and folding his hands in front of him. The next two words had me swallowing because it wasn’t what I was expecting; they weren’t who I was expecting.