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She didn’t even notice me touching her.
Her face shock-white, entire body trembling.
Reading over her, I scanned the small scroll.
This entitles one of Victor’s illustrious guests a rare and exclusive right to a Diamond Kiss. (Terms and conditions to be discussed on what jewel is chosen and time of kiss given.)
With a sharp cry, she grabbed it with both hands and went to tear—
I clamped my fingers around her cuffed wrist, stopping her. “What are you doing?”
Her gaze landed on my lips as if shocked I’d spoken.
She struggled in my grasp. “I have to destroy this. He can’t know you have it.”
“Victor?”
“Yes!” Fighting me, she cried out as I snatched the piece of paper out of her hand. “Henri…don’t. You can’t. You have to get rid of it. Right now.”
“Why?”
Why had this tiny thing sent her into such a tailspin?
Her panic interrupted mine for once, giving me a quick reprieve from the deep, dark depression I couldn’t shed.
“It’s the prize Peter was trying to find in the storm,” she whisper-hissed as if the cameras hadn’t already heard. “If Victor finds out you have this…” She shook her head, flicking a look at the always recording red dot.
Too late…
Her shoulders slouched as she came to the same conclusion. Tears glossed her golden stare. “Is that why you kept it?” She swayed. “Do you…do you plan on using it…with me?”
My heart kicked at her fear, her hatred. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rubbing my mouth, I shrugged. “I’ve heard Victor mention a Diamond Kiss before but don’t know what twisted game it involves.”
“It’s murder, you fool,” she hissed, snatching back the chit and trying to hide it. “A Diamond Kiss is murder.”
“Murder?” I tripped back.
A hot tear ran down her cheek.
The inhuman urge to drink it down crippled me.
I stepped toward her without control, my tongue desperate to lick.
Her eyes widened. Her tears stopped. She went to dash past me, but I grabbed her around the middle, pressed my lips to her soft cheek, and captured that salty droplet.
She inhaled sharply.
I used her shock to grab the chit and wrench it from her hold.
Letting her go, I marched away. My blood singing from her taste.
“Henri…” She charged after me, following me into the bathroom where I’d flushed one lot of shame already tonight.
She skidded to a stop beside me just as I tore up the piece of paper until it resembled a million tiny squares. Without a word, I flushed it.
Together, we watched the scraps swirl around and around before vanishing.
Neither of us spoke for the longest moment.
