Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“What happened with her?”
Eagle clenches her jaw and glances away, clearly not wanting to talk about it, but there’s no disguising the flash of fear that darkens her stare. Something terrible went down, and while I might never know what that is, that doesn’t mean I can’t get sweet revenge for Eagle. “Consider it done,” I tell her.
“Thank you, and Siren?” she murmurs, a heaviness entering her tone, realizing this is it. “Watch your back with that one. She’s not only clever, she’s vindictive and angry at the world. She’ll do what she can to make it as brutal as possible. And that includes burning you alive.”
My brows furrow as my heart starts to race. “Is that what she did to you?”
Eagle purses her lips. “Just watch yourself when it comes to her. I have high hopes for you. I think Reaper and Shadow might be an issue, but I like you. If anybody should come out of this alive, I want it to be you.”
A shiver sails down my spine just moments before a deep tone fills the room, the sound making my heart race. “Why are you dragging this out, Little Siren?”
Ahh fuck.
Eagle sucks in a gasp, her sharp gaze flicking around the room until Reaper makes a point to step out of the shadows, and all I can do is let out a heavy sigh. “You again? Really? Are you stalking me?” I ask, unable to keep from noticing the way his tight black shirt fits his body or the way his tattoos peek out from the neckline of that very shirt, leaving me desperate to see what’s underneath.
His gaze locks on me, barely noticing Eagle who can do nothing more than gawk. “Yes,” Reaper states flatly, not a hint of deception in his voice—a voice that just so happens to have me needing to relieve the ache between my thighs. “Why wouldn’t I? A beautiful woman who thinks she has the ability to take me down. What can I say? You’ve piqued my interest.”
That was more than clear when he had his body pressed up against mine in that back alley, but all that memory has done for me is send me spiraling every time I close my eyes. “Oh, lucky me,” I throw back at him, doing the bare minimum to act as though his very presence doesn’t have an effect on me, but this is Reaper we’re talking about. He can see right through my bullshit.
“Uhhh . . . What the fuck is going on here?” Eagle asks, looking between the two of us, unsure if she needs to be confused or terrified.
Glancing back at her, I risk taking my eyes off Reaper, but something tells me that he means me no harm. After all, he just admitted to stalking me, which means he’s been more than close over these past few days. If he wanted to kill me, he could have at any point, and yet, for whatever reason, I’m still here.
Holding Eagle’s stare, I give it to her straight. “Someone—not naming any names—clearly wants to fuck me,” I tell her. “He saw me make one kill and now the arrogant prick is obsessed.”
“Fuck, girl. I know you’re incredible at what you do, but you realize who the fuck it is you’re taunting, right? That’s Reaper. The fucking Reaper. You’re gonna get yourself killed.”
I shake my head. “The man’s been following me for days, camping outside my villa, searching through my trash, sniffing my underwear. If he wanted to kill me, I’d already be long gone,” I explain. “Which only leaves one option—the asshole wants to fuck me.” Reaper simply stares back at me, not denying it, but he doesn’t need to. After what went down in that back alley, we both know it’s true. “It’s flattering,” I tell him. “But I didn’t take you as the stalker type.”
His eyes seem to light up, making something clench deep in my stomach. “I see that smart mouth of yours wasn’t just a once-off. It’s more of a core personality trait.”
I can’t help but grin. “And?”
“You’re right. I would very much like to fuck it out of your system.”
Well damn.
“Holy fucking shit,” Eagle breathes beside me, gaping at Reaper as though she can’t believe what she’s seeing. “The fuck are you waiting for, girl? Get on your knees and let him fuck it out of your system. Give a dying woman her last wish.”
I can’t help but laugh, as I pull one of his knives free from the sheath in my top, just to let him know I have it. “Now, why on earth would I go and do that?” I taunt, spinning the tip of the blade on my fingers, desperately wishing I was already on my knees, giving him exactly what we both want. “He can go and fuck his hand for all I care. Though, after our last meeting, I suspect he’s already been doing a lot of that.”