His Forbidden Muse
He lets me fall against him.
His touch is deceptively gentle as he cups my face, his thumb brushes against my damp cheeks. Cold eyes once again rake over me. "Tell me, Kotyonok," His voice is low. "Who I need to kill?"
The words remind me why I truly shouldn't have called him. "No one..." I shook my head. "Just... take me away, please."
Judas studies me for a long moment, he's tensed as if he's restraining himself from demanding more. But when he sees the fresh wave of tears in my eyes, something shifts. He exhales sharply. "