Chapter 46

The Prey

He pulled away, and I managed to suck in a shaky breath, relief washing over me for a fleeting, fragile second as he hummed to himself. The sound made my blood run cold, and casually strolled toward the table where a bouquet of flowers and several bottles of alcohol were place I failed to notice.

For a brief, terrifying second, I imagined him grabbing one of those bottles and smashing it against my head but he simply paused, his hand hovering over the bottles as if he was pondering which one to pick. His eyes met mine over his shoulder and he chuckled.

The mocking sound tightened the noose around my throat.

I was on edge, watching him keenly though I was trapped, there was no escape but what horrified me more was him. Overall him. He was walking-talking sin.

“Care for a drink?” he asked seductively with a charm that made my skin crawl. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed a bottle, his fingers curling around the neck and I