You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

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“Please…” I muttered the words as he got close.

I didn’t even know what exactly I was begging for–don’t kill me. Stay away from me. Let me go.

I just knew I didn’t want to die.

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But he kept coming. His anger rolled off him in suffocating waves, as tangible as the scent of cedarwood, smoke, and whiskey that clung to him.

When he lifted the knife above me–the very one he’d used in killing five men–my lips parted in horror, afraid he was going to kill me. Maybe, he ‘did‘ want to kill me.

But instead of driving the blade to my face, he drove it right into the wall beside me, merely an inch from my face and with a grunt so hard and animalistic, I felt my soul abandon my body for two seconds.

My eyes squeezed shut, and it took me a minute to realize I was still alive.

He didn’t stab you. It went right to the wall.

I forced my eyes open, and there he was.

Standing so close I could see the golden ring glinting from his brow. His eyes–black, endless pits of nothingness–pierced

me with such intensity that I felt my soul shrink, recoiling from his gaze.

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He caged me in, his gloved hands resting on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall. My breath came in shallow gasps, and the tears streaming down my face only blurred the terror in front of me. His scent–dark and intoxicating–overwhelmed my senses, reminding me that he was flesh and blood, not the demon he seemed.

Everything about him was so terrifying I wanted to cry. What I was saying? I ‘was‘ crying already.

From this close, his glare was even more cruel. He looked at me like he’d kill me. Hurt me.

Then, to more of my awe, he started mumbling a certain chant.

“Éna, Dýo, Tría…”

I blinked, my brow furrowing in confusion, my fear momentarily mingling with bewilderment.

He did all of these while keeping his eyes fixed on mine.

“Ennéa, Déka” he seemed to conclude.

He tilted his head, scrutinizing me with a predator’s curiosity, as though deciding what to do with his prey.

“Miles says I am irrational when I’m upset,” the words almost sounded like they were coming out of a cold–blooded robot. A killing machine.

“He made me learn to count to ten in Greek, claims it’ll keep me a little calm. Stop me from making devastating decisions.”

My heart sank deeper in the pit of my stomach–the same stomach that kept threatening to release all I had eaten for the evening. Perhaps, it’d puke out my heart as well.

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a sickening gentleness, he moved one hand from the wall. I froze as he trailed a gloved finger down my cheek, the rough material scraping against my skin.

The gesture sent a fresh wave of shivers coursing through me, and a small whimper escaped my trembling lips.

“I didn’t want to believe it was helpful,” his voice finger stopped at my quivering mouth. “But right now, pretty little face.”

an octave, his tone like gravel being dragged across steel. His s the only thing stopping me from driving this knife right into your

My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed myself harder agai

the wall, wishing I could somehow get sucked into it.

In an instant, regrets flooded me, drowning me in its force. I should’ve listened to him. He was a monster and I hated him. But maybe I should never have underestimated him. Adam and his men would’ve still been alive.

I opened my mouth to speak but all that escaped were choked, incoherent sounds. My fear had stolen my voice, my will, and everything I thought I was capable of.

“How have you been, little sister?” He cocked his head to the side.

My tears slipped past my trembling lips, salty streaks mingling with the metallic taste of fear coating my tongue. My heart threatened to rip through my chest when his piercing gaze dipped lower, tracing a line down my body to my trembling legs.

Oh, God.

His eyes dragged back up until they locked onto mine again. He reached out, and the rough texture of his gloved finger brushed against my tear–streaked cheek, smearing the evidence of my terror.

“You should save these for later, Green,” he murmured. “Because we still have a long night ahead.”

He withdrew a syringe from his back pocket, and before I could comprehend what was happening, or maybe, brace myself, the needle jabbed into the side of my neck.

I drew a deep breath, and the last sight I caught was that of his menacing face blurring into circles before I passed out.