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CHAPTER 7

RAIN ANDREA RIVERTON

My eyes widened, fear and anxiety as a blaring green filled my vision. He stood and turned to me. I instantly bolted, running the same way I had come. 

Dark shadows whipped out from him, wrapping around my foot as I fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Fuck! Fuck!

I kicked and tried to escape its hold. It was too strong. Too freaking tight.

He stalked towards me, long legs taking one stride after another. Blood still dripped from the hand he caught my dagger with, staining the brown ground of the rooftop, like he didn't have a care in the world.

Pulling my other dagger from my boot, I tried to cut into the shadows holding me. How could one even cut into shadows? The blade was useless against them. With every swipe, the part the blade touched disappeared only to come back whole in less than a second. 

It was too late. His boots were now before me. I tried moving away, tried fighting with those demonic things on my boots. Before I could think of an escape plan, cold hands gripped my waist, pulling me upwards. My heart sank in my chest. 

My eyes flared from red to a bright and glowing green the minute he turned me over, moving with a speed I didn’t think was humanly possible towards the part of the rooftop he was in earlier. 

My screaming was the only thing I could hear as he forced my feet to the small parapet that would lead anyone who fell off it to their deaths. Half my body was off it, and only my leg had little to no balance on the small solid edge of the rooftop. 

My fingers flared as they grabbed his black shirt for balance. I was sure my nails clawed his bare chest too, but I didn’t care. The only thing that kept me from falling were his five fingers on my lower back.

Harsh air blew past me, sending the cover on my hair and face flying. My white hair was now visible and flowing with the wind.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” My words drowned in my throat when I looked down to the height we were at, my legs barely getting a foothold on the parapet. “Let me go, let me down, you monster!” 

“Trying to assassinate me now, are you?” He had no expression. Nothing to show he was about to end a life as he stared down at my small frame in comparison to him.

I would die. He would never let me live. “You fucking deserve it, you jerk.”

He removed a finger from behind me. My words moved into a shrill scream “Kai!” 

Lifeless. Malicious. Only four fingers were left behind me, sending shivers down my spine from their touch.

“Kai,” my voice cracked, “Stop, let me down.” 

Tears stung my eyes from the harsh air, considering how high we were. The force made my hair sway with the pattern of the wind. My hands on his unbuttoned shirt tightened. The only expression in his eyes as he stared down at me was that of hate and disgust. 

A little shadow whip floated towards my face, slowly touching my cheek in a soft caress. It was a complete contrast to the hate and death Kai’s stare on me had. 

“Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are when they change to green?” He cocked his head slightly. “Fiery. Little. Thing. So fierce and yet, so damn breakable.” 

“The only thing I’ll find beautiful is the look on your face when I drive my dagger through your heart.” I dug my nails into his chest, still holding on for dear life. “Because mark my words, Kai Malek. I will be the cause of your death.” 

Amusement flickered in his silver eyes. “And yet, I hold your life in my hands right now. What is to say I wouldn’t drop you?” 

Nothing.

My stilettos! I still had them. 

I whipped my gaze to my cuff, his going to it too. Without a second thought, I let go of my right hand, bringing a piece of it out. In a split second, he grabbed my arm, twisting it away from my hand and sending the metal weapon flying to the ground. 

Shit!

How pathetic would I look begging the god of death to spare my life?

“That was a thoughtless move.” His eyes narrowed as they looked over my face. “You don’t think, you act way too reckless.” 

“I will kill you, I swear.” 

“If you are not dead first.” His lips stretched into a smile. “Do not make promises you can't keep.” 

“Let me down, and we’ll see if I—” another finger went off, making me sway a bit. A scream erupted from my throat, my fingers digging into his shirt even harder, “Kai!” 

“You were saying?” His brows went up in a questioning glare. The prickles on my skin became more violent, my head aching and screaming at me to stop being so fucking stupid. 

“Let me go.” The wind slashed against me, taking the words right off my throat as he retracted all fingers. My legs wobbled, eyes green and bugging as I scrabbled at his shirt but it was not enough. Still, my hands searched for balance. I didn’t feel my legs on the parapet anymore. 

The wind roared past me with the fall, my hands clawed, grabbed, and swiped for anything it could hold on to. Nothing.

My eyes were the darkest shade of green and then blue as I felt the blood rush to my head. When I thought it was over, I grabbed onto something soft, hard but solid. Heck! I wasn’t sure. Tears threatened to spill from my closed eyes. He fucking pushed me off. I was going to die.

I opened my eyes, tears already rolling down either side of my cheeks as I stared up. The harsh wind made my hair sway in all directions, while the shadow that had formed a solid hand held onto me. Or did I hold onto it? I had no idea but it seemed I was doing the holding. 

Kai stood in all his might and glory, arms crossed and staring into my eyes. There was no expression on his face. Like one mistake and I was going to die.

But, he didn’t care. He had no reason to.

He stared at me, slightly amused. “I think you will have the prettiest shade of pink when you are falling to your death. Shall we test that theory?”

“Why the hell are you doing this?” Memories clouded my brain. Was this my last second on earth? Would Aunt Eloise forgive me for not surviving?

“Kai, Please,”

With a smirk, he let go of his

shadows’ hold on me. Blood rushed to my head, my scream no longer my own as I fell.