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“Why?! That’s the whole point! If you won’t even let me see—”
“I SAID,STOP!”he bellowed, squeezing my wrists so hard my hands tingled, leaning over me, panting, his chest heaving.
“Why? What are you going to do—kill me?!” I screeched. “Newsflash, Cain—”
He reached back to somewhere on his thigh and suddenly there was a flash of light—the moonlight gleaming on a straight blade longer than his hand.
The words died in my throat, and my heart screamed. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he flipped it in his grip like someone who wasveryfamiliar with handling a knife, and brought it up to press against my throat.
“Just… stop…” he said hoarsely.
My chest was heaving too, and my entire nervous system jangling with alarm. He was here. He had me. He was going to kill me andnotfuck me? And he wouldn’t even show me his face—
“Don’t. Move,” he snarled.
With that blade still pressed at my throat with one hand, he let go of my wrists and sat back slightly, leaning into the knife so I could feel the chill of its edge against my skin.
But just as I tensed, bracing for the pain—for theend—he reached up with that free hand, grasped the bottom of the mask and tore it up and off his face, throwing back his hood at the same time, then staring down at me, jaw tight and flexing, his stubbled cheeks shadowed in the moonlight, his eyes a little wild, hair mussed and sticking up because of how he’d forced the mask back.
And everything in my body—even my heart—went still.
Utterly still.
Quiet.
Unmoving.
I searched his eyes—those tormented, glinting eyes that were fierce with male aggression and… pleading?
“Sam?!”I breathed.
What the fuck?
What theactual fuck?!
52. Breach of Trust
SOUNDTRACK:Slayerby Bryce Savage
~ CAIN / SAM ~
I was panting so hard I had to swallow, try to gather my scattered thoughts, pull myself back from the edge because I wasn’t here to kill her, but to convince her that she still wanted to live. Yet, I’d seen that moment when she closed her eyes and braced for me to plunge that knife into her.
Holy shit.
God, help me.
“Sam?!” she squeaked in a small voice, her eyes so wide they were white all the way around. Then she blinked and her brows pinched down over her nose. “What… the…fuck?!”
“I need you to listen, Bridget—”
“No way. No fucking way!”
“—this was always the plan, I was never going to—”
“You told me not to do this! You told me Cain was a monster! You said—”
“I AM!” I roared, plunging my free hand into her hair and pulling her head back, pressing that shaking blade harderagainst her skin, then hissing at myself because a drop of blood welled under it and I had tofightfor control.“Please, Bridget… I need you tolisten.”