Chapter Ten Him
Chapter Ten
Him
They weren’t always the plan. They were just the cherry on top.
But watching them through the window, silently intruding on this intimate moment as they stare up into each other’s eyes, is proof of life.
They’re the heart of this beautiful destruction.
Evie and Chase, Chase and Evie, I think as if it were a song.
They’ve been so connected, even since I first saw them running for their lives. It was Chase who calmed her. Him she felt safe with.
Now, they’re all but wrapped in each other.
The fearless, independent little sister with the tie that binds.
Look at you . . . Their future anguish is writing itself—laid out first in how he wants to kiss her so badly he can taste it.
He’s wanted it all night.
My eyes fix to where he’s grabbed her sweatshirt, stopping her retreat. Don’t be a pussy, just kiss her.
God, the way they stare at each other, always waiting for someone to call chicken, is transcendent.
It’s amusing how it seems everyone around them sees their compatibility, except for them.
She pushes him away, but he holds his spot, hope written all over his face.
Do you want him to kiss you, Evie? Or do you wish he’d fuck you again?
I wonder how you’ll cry when I slit his throat . . .
My lips quirk as she pushes him away. But it doesn’t matter, because she is a forgone conclusion. Her eyes searched for him all night too. Discreet glances that went unseen.
Except I see you.
I never take my eyes off you. A good predator never does.
He takes a step back, nodding, retreating, but this isn’t the end. That’s what I know about him—he’s determined.
I can count on that.
The steadfast hero always there for scared little Evie, just waiting for her to see him for who he is. But a woman like her needs to feel safe enough to expose her vulnerability. And that takes time and maybe a reminder . . .
Because they will fall.
And when they do, I’ll rip his heart straight from his chest so that Evie will feel like I killed her too.
Two birds. One stone.
And the cherry? She’ll never see it coming.