Triple Threat (Deception Duet, #1)

by K. Webster

You’re not going to stab me there.” She presses harder against my jeans. One slip and she’s going to skewer one of my goddamn balls. I tense and grit my teeth, glowering at her. “Won’t I?” she taunts, a golden brow arching in obvious amusement.

“Let me take you home,” he urges, his voice dropping several octaves and managing to reverberate through me. “I’ll go slow.” The fire in his eyes says he’s talking about more than just a ride in his car. He’s talking about the ride of my life. All I’d have to do is give in.

Dark and demented is an understatement. Sometimes, I lose control. Completely. My anger is like a flame on a matchstick, seemingly harmless and not at all bright. But it always explodes. Hits gasoline and spreads until it consumes…everything. I don’t actively set out to destroy everything in our lives. It. Just. Happens.

Irritation burns in my gut, this time, no longer toward her. Someone made her cry. I don’t know why that bothers me—a girl I’ve literally only just met—but it does.

she surprises me by relaxing in my arms. Safe with a monster.

“He hit her,” Sparrow spits out. “That couldn’t go unpunished.”