The Darkness Within (Shadows And Strings #1) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shadows And Strings Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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What the fuck?

My pulse quickens and I scan my room. Clenching my gun tighter, I check my closet, yanking the door open with my gun at the ready. Nothing. Nobody.

Knowing better than most that, sometimes, big bads do hide there, I peer under the bed. With my bedroom clear, I rush downstairs for a second, more thorough sweep of the house. My eyes are wide, and my heart is pounding so loud that if someone is inside, I might not hear them.

I race downstairs, checking every nook and cranny—the bathroom, my office, the kitchen, even the laundry room. I tell myself that the house is empty, but my pulse won’t slow as I make a third circuit of all the rooms, just to make sure that I’m truly alone.

I return to my bedroom and head straight for the safe inside my closet. After a moment’s hesitation, I decide to keep the weapon with me instead of securing it. Despite triple-checking the house and positively sure the house is empty, I can’t shake the unsettling feeling in my gut.

Suddenly, a thought strikes me—Nate. He’s the only person besides me who knows about that stupid negligee and the only one stupid and impulsive enough to break in and display it like this. The silk stockings are an unexpected, almost thoughtful addition. He’s never been one for romance, and it seems out of character. Then again, he is trying to win me back.

My gaze sweeps the room again. What the hell is he thinking? Breaking into my house, leaving lingerie on my bed like some kind of twisted gift? My fingers tighten around the grip of my gun as a surge of anger floods through me. Nate’s always been impulsive, but this crosses a line.

I stalk over to the bed and snatch up the negligee, the smooth fabric slipping through my fingers. I want to rip it to shreds, but I force myself to toss it back on the bed. It’s evidence now, as much as I hate to admit it. Evidence of Nate’s unhealthy obsession, his refusal to let me go.

The stockings catch my eye again, and I scoff. Is this supposed to be romantic? A grand gesture to win back my affections? Nate’s never been one for subtlety or genuine concern. This feels more like a taunt, a reminder of the hold he thinks he still has over me.

But I’m not falling for it. I’m not the same woman who fell for his charms and empty promises. I’ve grown. I’ve hardened. And I’ll be damned if I let Nate manipulate me again.

Forget him, I tell myself as I storm into the bathroom. I strip down before stepping into the—finally—hot shower. My mind races as the water spray hits my skin, and I wonder how in the hell that negligee that’s been in the back of the drawer for months ended up on my bed with a pair of stockings.

I shake my head vigorously, water droplets flying as I try to banish a scary thought. What if it isn’t Nate? The possibility gnaws at me, but I refuse to entertain it. There’s no way I inadvertently pulled out that negligee while rummaging for something else. I’m too careful for that kind of mistake.

I wouldn’t. I couldn’t have.

Although I should have thrown the damn thing in the trash months ago, practicality won out. It was expensive, and wasting money goes against my nature. Besides, it’s almost brand new, and I can wear it whenever and for whomever I damn well please. It’s my choice.

Am I losing my mind? Maybe it’s sleep delirium, and I just really need a day or two off to recharge my batteries. That is a distinct possibility since I haven’t had a day off in the past three weeks because, in addition to a probably—very likely—serial killer, the city’s been experiencing a crime wave. Dead bodies are popping up left, right and center. And even if it is just exhaustion, there are no days off in my future, not with the dick decapitator on the loose.

I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face as if it could wash away the weariness and dark thoughts. I can’t afford to fall apart, not when there’s a deranged killer at large. I’ll rest when this is over. If it’s ever over.

I step from the shower and wrap a big fluffy towel around my body and use another to dry off my hair. My gaze falls on the open door to my bedroom. I see the negligee and stockings taunting me from the bed. Jaw clenched, I snatch them up and stuff them back into my drawer. Out of sight, out of mind. If only it were that simple.

Focus, Frankie. That’s what my dad used to say to me when I’d go off on my teenage tangents about one injustice or another. “You’ve gotta learn to focus on the minor details, Frankie.”


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