OR MAYBE NOT.

“Is this you stylishly admitting that you could kill a person?”

King ignored the anger that clouded her face and he asked her.

Payton swallowed the lump in her throat and curled her fist into a tight ball.

She could take any name. She could accept any names he had called her… but, not a murderer.

She was already palpitating and her hands were starting to shake, instead, she hurriedly hid them behind her.

The last thing she wanted was to let this man find out her weakness.

“Y… you…” she breathed heavily.

“I mean, I was only asking a question and all you could say was that. You said you could kill me. Does that not mean that if you had the chance, you would kill me?” He asked as he stared at her intensely.

“S… stop talking like that,” she exhaled.

“Like how? Am I making sense? Do you hate that I am telling the truth?”

“I did not kill anyone and I never will!” She screeched and then panted laboriously.

King squinted his brows as he stared at the woman whose breathing was starting to get