You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

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“Please…” I muttered the words as he got close.

I didn’t even know what exactly I was begging for–don’t kill me. Stay away from me. Let me go.

I just knew I didn’t want to die.

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But he kept coming. His anger rolled off him in suffocating waves, as tangible as the scent of cedarwood, smoke, and whiskey that clung to him.

When he lifted the knife above me–the very one he’d used in killing five men–my lips parted in horror, afraid he was going to kill me. Maybe, he ‘did‘ want to kill me.

But instead of driving the blade to my face, he drove it right into the wall beside me, merely an inch from my face and with a grunt so hard and animalistic, I felt my soul abandon my body for two seconds.

My eyes squeezed shut, and it took me a minute to realize I was still alive.

He didn’t stab you. It went right to the wall.

I forced my eyes open, and there he was.

Standing so close I could see the golden ring glinting from his brow. His eyes–black, endless pits of nothingness–pierced

me with such intensity that I felt my soul shrink, recoiling from his gaze.

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He caged me in, his gloved hands resting on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall. My breath came in shallow gasps, and the tears streaming down my face only blurred the terror in front of me. His scent–dark and intoxicating–overwhelmed my senses, reminding me that he was flesh and blood, not the demon he seemed.

Everything about him was so terrifying I wanted to cry. What I was saying? I ‘was‘ crying already.

From this close, his glare was even more cruel. He looked at me like he’d kill me. Hurt me.

Then, to more of my awe, he started mumbling a certain chant.

“Éna, Dýo, Tría…”

I blinked, my brow furrowing in confusion, my fear momentarily mingling with bewilderment.

He did all of these while keeping his eyes fixed on mine.

“Ennéa, Déka” he seemed to conclude.

He tilted his head, scrutinizing me with a predator’s curiosity, as though deciding what to do with his prey.

“Miles says I am irrational when I’m upset,” the words almost sounded like they were coming out of a cold–blooded robot. A killing machine.

“He made me learn to count to ten in Greek, claims it’ll keep me a little calm. Stop me from making devastating decisions.”

My heart sank deeper in the pit of my stomach–the same stomach that kept threatening to release all I had eaten for the evening. Perhaps, it’d puke out my heart as well.

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a sickening gentleness, he moved one hand from the wall. I froze as he trailed a gloved finger down my cheek, the rough material scraping against my skin.

The gesture sent a fresh wave of shivers coursing through me, and a small whimper escaped my trembling lips.

“I didn’t want to believe it was helpful,” his voice finger stopped at my quivering mouth. “But right now, pretty little face.”

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