Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

Goddamn her. Martin Scott knew it was me filming his much-deserved beat-down, but without a reason for Will and Kai to be silent about my part in it anymore, all I had was Rika. She pulled the strings. She circled the table, held up the sword, and pointed it at me. “You will not force her,” she ordered her terms. “You will not threaten, torture, or coerce her into your bed. You will not touch her.” I shot out my hands, planting them on the pool table and leaning over it to look her in the eyes. “And if she wants me to touch her?” “It’s good to dream big, Damon.” I almost snorted, but I couldn’t contain my smile. “God, you’re like a female version of me,” I said. “It’s turning me on.” “Makes sense. You love yourself best.” I stood upright again, brushing off my hands. She was exquisite, and if she weren’t working against me, I’d think she was brilliant. Smart. Tough. Clever. And cold when she needed to be. Cold. “The queen,” I mused, rolling a ball on the table as a memory came to mind. “The snow queen.” She thinned her eyes, probably confused. “Years ago,” I explained, “when your father brought his young bride here from South Africa, I’m told my father was quite enamored of her. She reminded him of the beautiful snow queen from the Nutcracker ballet.” I tipped my chin down, casting her a knowing look. “And that’s what he called her. His little snow queen.” She growled and lunged, and I shot backward just as she slammed the sword on the table. Leaping onto the table, she fo...