Drayden saved Treva’s life, but her incessant need for vengeance could mean the end of his.
Thirteen years after the brutal murder of Treva Evers’ entire family, a cloaked stranger shows up just in time to save her from the same fate. When he disappears as quickly as he appeared, she is drawn into an underworld replete with magic and long forgotten customs, a place where nothing is as it seems, including her mysterious savior, and every word or action could result in brutal consequences.
She interrupted him by placing her index finger to his lips. She already knew his name, address, cell phone number, and every other detail years of careful research and perseverance could provide. Entering a room with a man she didn’t know wasn’t something she would ever do under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances, and he was the one who needed to beware. “No names necessary. I have a fantasy that I’ve been playing out in my head all day, and you look like just the man to help me fulfill it in the flesh. Are you willing?” She dug deep, offering him a sultry smile this time as she waited, certain of his answer.
“So, I look like your fantasy man in the flesh, huh?” His voice must have dropped to a low rumble as he grinned like a lone buzzard hovering over the spoils of war. “Simone says take off your clothes, every stitch, and get in bed on top of the covers.”
“Why above the covers, baby? Daddy might get a little cold.”
Swallowing the disgust conjured by his inappropriate connotations, she offered him the sweetest smile she could manage. “Oh, I promise to warm you up real soon.” You sick fuck.
He complied, attempting a rushed strip-tease before falling onto the bed. The fact that he was already inebriated would make her mission even easier to accomplish.
Treva cuffed his wrists to the iron head post, then spread his legs and proceeded to strap his feet and ankles to the bed with electrical tape. He began to look uneasy, so she smiled and pulled back one side of her neckline, revealing her black lace bra. Next, she knelt over him and pulled the knife from her bag.
She held the weapon in front of his eyes and slid her finger along the blade, sucking her finger clean when the razor-sharp blade drew blood. “This is one of the sharpest knives in the world, Todd, made from the same alloy as a Samurai sword.” She kept her tone low, sweet, and matter-of-fact.
Three nodded nervously, his eyes growing larger, his expression wild and uncertain, but to her surprise, he remained silent.
“The Evers family sends regards and wants you to know that you missed one – me.”