Page 93 of Twisted Tyrant

“I want you to know that whatever I find in that envelope, I promise I will take care of you.” I tilt her chin upward so I can stare into her aqua eyes, eyes I got lost in months ago.

I never did find my way out, either.

And now I want to stay lost in them…in her.

Forever.

“Okay,” she whispers. “I believe you.”

I pull the envelope out of the pocket of my shorts. My jaw tenses as Natasha trembles against me. I tear it open and slide out a single sheet of paper.

My pulse slams against my neck, Natasha’s fingernails digging a hole in my side as I unfold it.

Fuck me.

I clench the paper tight in my hands.

The truth?

It’s about to poison us all.