Page 21 of The Darkest Hour

And then for the first time, I spotted the most breathtaking brown eyes sparkling through those mask holes.

Yeah. You’re going to take my cock after I torture you.

I glared at her. “What’s your plan?”

“Well. . .I kill like a bitch too, so I figured I should just do that.”

“You’re having fun. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.” Her voice was also unexpected.

Soft and elegantly feminine.

Nothing I would’ve have imagined coming from such a deadly person.

I leaned my head to the side. “Who hired you?”

“My boss.”

“And who’s your boss?”

“The person that hired me.”

I frowned. “You’re an asshole.”

“No. I’m a bitch.”

“When I get my hands on you. . .”

She cracked her neck. “The moment you get your hands on me is the moment you die.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you bleed.”

“Let’s see you try.”

“You’ll regret that statement one day.”

“Fuck you.”

“Likewise.” I lunged quickly for her, but she was quicker.

She sidestepped my attack, her body turning fluid, like water against the rocks of my determination.

She jabbed a punch at my face, but I managed to pull back in time.

I retaliated with a right hook, which she ducked, only to meet my knee.

Then, I got her with my other fist.

She grunted at the blow to her abdomen and stumbled back. But she was on her feet in no time, bouncing lightly. “You’re full of surprises.”

“You have no idea.”

The fight resumed, a dangerous dance between two determined souls. A waltz of violence and rage. Blows were exchanged, yet her resilience astounded me, even as I landed a solid punch on her shoulder that sent her sprawling across the floor.