errifyingly like desire. "Tell me you regret it," he growled, his voice raw. "Tell me you regret le

receded, replaced by a cold, clear contempt. "The only thing I regret," she said, he

ark that ignite

ssession. His lips were hard, demanding, and she tasted the metallic tang of blood as his

hest, her hands balled into fists. She tried to bring her knee up, but he pinne

t her lips, his words muffled and furious.

in that moment, she hated her own weakness more. As she struggled, her flailing hand bru

it. She swung her arm back and brought it

econd. It was all she needed. She bit down hard on his lower lip, tasting his blood now, wa

of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wild, unhinged. He didn't com

ne hitting plaster made her flinch. When he pulled his han

Only a cold, trium

lian?" she taunted, her voice laced with venom. "Lashing out? Or is it the guilt from wha

m that was raw and bleeding. He whipped his head around to face her, his eyes b

er eyes. "No idea? You destroyed them! You sit here in your palace built on the ru

had inflicted on her. "Do you see their faces in your dreams? My father's, when he re

his hands to his temples, as if trying to hold his

," she whispered, twisting the knife. "You will

sk, hurling it at the floor. It shattered into a thousand pieces, the sound echoing th

He froze in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene: his boss, bleeding and

ed at Killian, at his bleeding hand and the wreckage around him. "I'll have the preli

ch her eyes, she turned and walked out of the office

ower, back on the crowded sidewalk. Only then did she rea