The Scandalous Step Siblings: First Enemies, Then Lovers
he whispered, and his voice was like velvet and sandpaper at the same time.
“Caffeine,” I lied, though my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest.
“Fear,” he corrected, and then he released my wrist just to catch my chin with two rough fingers, forcing my face up until our eyes locked. “He thinks he’s won, Anya, and he’s already scripting the show at the O2 with you in the wings in a black dress, crying crocodile tears while I play ‘The North Star,’ because he wants the world to see his perfect, redeemed pet.”