Consequence Of His Revenge. Dani Collins

shattered as she felt. He was aroused, but held a cynical gleam in his eye that cut her to the bone.

      “We’ll finish talking about that later. Get dressed. Comb your hair. We’re running late.”

      “What?” Her knees threatened to buckle.

      If she thought he sounded strained, or as though he balanced on a razor’s edge of his own, the impression evaporated as he smiled, merciless and self-assured. The peaks and valleys in his face stood out in sharp relief, light and dark. Beautiful and indifferent.

      “Since the compensation you’re offering comes with such a high rate of interest—” the corner of his mouth curled at his own pun “—I’ll give you a chance to make your case. But my grandmother is expecting us.” He glanced at the gold watch on his wrist, the face black and numberless, with only two needle arms. “We need to leave.”

      “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

      “You want to finish talking now?” His withering inflection told her they wouldn’t be using their mouths for words.