My eyebrows furrowed. “Why would you kill me?”
“You don’t understand.”
Fucky, this is him again I don’t understand. How can I understand if he doesn’t say?
I crossed my arms. “I really don’t understand because what you said has two meanings, you’ll kill me with a bite or you’ll kill me with relish.” I would rather have him kill me with gusto than bite, both bloody, both death ends, I would rather die face to face than not.
He glared at me. I stared at him. “Which of the two? Literally or metaphorically?”
I sighed when I felt his cold hand on my waist, he pulled me closer to him. My palm is on its chest. I tried to lift my head even though I was standing still. The two of us met eye to eye.
He leaned closer to my right ear. “Both,” He whispered sexily.
Our eyes met. I
