Your Knife, My Heart (Dark Forces, #1)

by K.M. Moronova

I’ve never trusted beautiful men.

Same.

“I was going to school to be a professor. I moved to the States when I was seventeen and always wanted to teach at an old university. It didn’t matter where, I only cared that the buildings were old and had a wealth of history. A nearby forest and mountains to walk through. A home hidden away from everything.”

Vibes.

“Fuck me, Cameron. Like I’m nothing. Like you won’t remember who I am in a year.”

“I don’t want gentle. Not from you.”

“So weak for a wicked thing like me, aren’t you,

My cheeks are flush with anxiety but as she takes a few steps ahead of the others. One of the two men lifts his knife and stabs it into the crux of her neck and shoulder where the jugular artery lies.

“Emery, wait.” He groans as he sits up. “I can’t watch this, Cameron.” “Watch what? I told you I’m not in pain⁠—” “Just stop!” I shout, throwing my hands in the air. “I can’t watch a human being go through what you’re doing to your body. It’s…painful for me to see. It hurts to watch you not hurt.” I force my eyes away and start walking again.

That doesn’t explain why you’re here, in the middle of nowhere.

I bet it is not a good reason!

I don’t want you to touch me ever again. I hate it. I hate the way your hands feel on my skin.

Beautiful men cannot be trusted.