Slowly, Malachai lifted the whiskey glass to his lips. Then he smiled. "Hello, princess."
The way he sent shivers down my spine. The smile had no warmth. It was purely cruel and predatory. It felt like I was caught in his trap. A prey who thought they were too smart. Too intelligent, but the predator had already been patient and waited for them to make a mistake.
I was that prey. Goddess, did he know? My heart leapt to my throat as he rose from his seat, the action elegant and regal. Thinking Malachai could be outsmarted from the beginning was a mistake only fools would make. A fool, I was not, but reckless? Maybe.
My eyes tracked his movement as he sauntered to where I stood, frozen. "I had wondered for years why it hadn't happened, patiently waiting for the answer to come, but the truth stared at me in the face. Still, I would not - could not - such an atrocity." His gaze fell on her, and one word fell from his Iips, "Why?"
