Page 42 of Touch Her and Die
Her hair fell over her face, and I reached for it, waiting to see if she would flinch away from me. When she didn’t, I pushed it behind her ear.
“Show me all your scars, princess. Every last one.”
Her eyes focused on mine, and had I not known her as well as I swear I did, I would have missed the hate, but I wasn’t sure who it was for.
“Here’s one.”
She took my hand and pressed it over a scar I knew well and never bothered to ask where it was from.
“Here’s another and another and another.”
At this point I had to tell myself I wasn’t feeling her up, I was letting her share.
“Princess. Not these scars. Not the ones I can see and kiss and lick.”
Instinct to touch her had me holding onto her hand, not letting her go.
“I want to know all the scars, the ones that you hide. The ones that no matter who I kill, they aren’t that easy to avenge.”
She swallowed.
“Show me yours first.”
And she slipped under my grasp.
Fuck. What did that mean? She walked down the hall. So maybe she wanted me to follow? At least she wasn’t trying to run now. So, I followed. She was good at running from things, but not before making you know exactly what the fuck she was thinking. Or that’s how I’d seen her. Severed heads in my apartment made me chuckle. She wasn’t subtle, so what the hell was she up to now?
The house wasn’t huge; it was meant to be somewhat of a comfortable prison and it only took me a few seconds to find Halle in my room. Or rather, our room. She still hadn’t accepted my fucked up idea of marriage. Like we would ever be normal.
Fuck normal.
“Halle, look. As soon as I get out of this marriage, you and me? You’re going to marry me. We can fly to some fucking remote island. I have money in a few offshore accounts, and I can work anywhere. Hell, you can work—”
I broke off as she walked out of the bathroom naked and holding a washcloth.
I was so over my head.
“What is this?”
She held up the cloth, and I froze as she reached for my face.
“There’s blood, and as sexy as you look covered in it, I hate the reminder that it’s from me.”
I held still and let her wipe at the blood. I didn’t actually think my nose was broken, but she’d given me a pretty good lesson.
This was the closest she’d been to me willingly the entire night, it felt like.
“Okay. So, what’s with the no clothes?”
Her eyes darted around my face, and then they stopped, and she dropped her hand.
“You wanted to see my scars. Those that are physical and the ones you’ll never fix. I want to see yours. So, strip.”
I reached for the door and slammed it shut before reaching for the corner of my shirt and stripping.
“You’re really going to talk to me?”
She gave me a little shrug and turned her ass to me before walking to the bed and sitting.
