“Why’s that, my darling girl?” he murmurs, trapping me against the SUV, his body a line of solid warmth as his arms bracket me in. “Because you’re afraid?” I shake my head. “Then tell me what’s going on.” “I’m terrified,” I admit, finally dragging my hands away from my mouth. “I’m so, so fucking terrified. Scared is such an understatement.” “Of killing someone.” “No.” I take a breath and press my head back against the car. “Because of how much I fucking enjoyed it.”
