Page 8 of The Mistakes You Make
I blow out a slow breath, trying to ground myself, to push through the haze from the vodka and make a sensible decision.
I go about my business, pull my lipstick out of my purse and reapply the deep red coating my lips, hoping it’s all the armor I’m going to need tonight.
I might be blowing it totally out of proportion. He might not even want to see me. He might not know I’m here.
Keep lying to yourself, Letty. It won’t make this any better.
“Fucking hell.”
I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I smooth my hair down.
My skin is flushed from dancing. I think back to the guy I left behind when my need to run got the better of me.
He seems like a good guy, he certainly knows how to move his body.
I should go back downstairs, shove Kane Legend inside the lockbox that lives in my head for all the things I don’t want to deal with, and focus on him—whatever his name is. Maybe that’s where I need to start.
With newfound confidence, I drag the door open and make my way out of the bedroom I never should have been in.
The second I step out, a shiver races down my spine and I’m reminded of all the reasons I ran to the safety of that room to begin with.
I keep my head down, not waiting to acknowledge that his stare alone affects me but as I get to the stairs, I’m forced to stand aside as a drunken couple stumbles toward me, locked in their heated kiss and I stupidly look over the bannister.
I gasp the second my eyes land on his blue ones and my stomach flips.
Everything around me, the people, the music, the commotion, it all fades to nothing as tension crackles between us.
My hands tremble and my mouth goes dry as he ensnares me in his gaze.
My heart thuds against my ribs and my need to grab Harley and run almost gets the better of me when his eyes narrow in warning.
This has been a long time coming, thanks to me avoiding him at every cost until now.
I always knew my time was running out. This meeting between us was inevitable.
As much as I hoped he might let it go. I knew he wouldn’t.
That’s not the kind of person Kane Legend is.
He doesn’t let anything go.
And he thinks I owe him for the mistake I made.
Some movement behind me finally rips me from my trance and I come back to myself.
Swallowing down my anxiety and the giant lump of emotion in my throat, I force a blank expression on my face and find my fighting spirit.
I’m Scarlett fucking Hunter. I don’t bow down to the likes of him. No matter what he’s pegged me as being guilty of.
With my head held high, I make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen. I need another drink after that exchange.
To my amazement, he doesn’t appear and I make it back to Harley and Sky without having to deal with him.
I have no doubt that’s all in his plan though.
He wants to freak me out. Let me know he’s watching so he can strike at the right moment.
I might be a Hunter, but right now I’m fully aware that I’m his prey. I also know that I have no chance of escaping his clutches.
