Page 140 of Sinful Lord

He knows all about that brief window; the gradual closeness we experienced at my apartment—does he know that’s the happiest I’ve ever been?

He must. Clearly, Tytus wants to get me back there. And I want to go back. Behind all the lies, I can at least tell that truth.

But that only makes my decision harder.

“I’d be happiest if I knew that monster was gone,” I whisper, quietly formulating a plan of my own.

“You want me to kill him?”

“I want to have a chance at happiness again.”

Tytus shifts uncomfortably as he considers what I’m saying.

“I’d have to leave you.”

“I think I need the space,” I sigh.

“I would lock the door.”

I dip my head. “I know.”

A thick silence fills the air. Part of me is desperate to see Tytus leave, anything to give me a chance to think for myself. But another, louder part is terrified of losing his warmth. Of losing him.

“Are you sure, angel?” Tytus asks.

Pulling up his phone, he reads the message on it. A sneer twists his blood-red lips.

“What is it?”

“Your uncle thinks he’s found the man from the car crash. The man who chased you into the river and then out of your apartment.”

My stomach drops.

“Is Uncle Maks alone?”

Tytus nods.

“You have to go help him,” I beg, leaning into my concern. Tytus seems hesitant to buy it.

“You really want me to go?” he asks, a sliver of hurt piercing his suspicion.

My heart pound as I gather to courage to say what needs to be said.

“Yes.”

Tytus’ shoulders slink as he sighs, but just as quickly as his disappointment appears, it vanishes, replaced by a hard look of determination.

His silver-blue eyes flicker.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

To my surprise, he doesn’t come to me to say goodbye before gathering his clothes. Instead, he just turns his back and silently changes. His eyes stayed glued ahead as he marches to the door.

I just stand at the side of the bed and hold myself. The silence is more painful than I expected.

Is… is Tytus angry at me?

The thought should be terrifying—a man like him could rip me to shreds—instead, it’s utterly devastating.