I Don't Like to Share

Sera

How dare they?

My hot shower did nothing to ease the rage chewing me up on the inside. Killian and Tommaso were playing games. Everyone in this seedy, depraved, sinful world knew nothing of kindness or mercy. They only dealt in pain and blood. And lies.

I couldn’t organize my anger into a coherent line of thought as I shrugged into my nightgown and robe. I’d known I was part of some cruel game, but seeing Delaney’s grief and confusion cut me to the core.

I wished I could tell Killian exactly how I felt about it when given the chance, but he still intimidated the hell out of me. I slid into bed, the silky sheets whispering against my bare legs, and nuzzled my face into the pillow. Closing my eyes, I imagined all the things I would say to Killian if he didn’t hold my life in the palm of his hand.

I hate you.

I want you.

Stay away from me.

Take me.

“Get it together, girl,” I breathed, rolling onto my back and blinking up at the ceiling. Fire burned inside me, angry and tempted. How