Confrontation

   “Don’t you dare walk away from me. After everything that you’ve put me through you at least owe me this.”

   Kain stopped dead in his tracks. His green eyes seemed to glow as he turned to face her. Before she could draw another breath he had her pinned against the wall. He had her nose to nose; his breath was hot against her skin.

   “I owe you nothing,” he hissed. “You. You owe me everything.”

   She couldn’t help but laugh. The sound of her own voice sounded foreign to her ears. Rage instantly replaced her fear. She had accomplished the one thing that she thought she could never. Replace her fear with stone cold hatred.

   She leaned forward, mashing her nose into his. “You smug bastard. What could I possibly owe you? You took everything from me. You tricked me into your bed, you played with my mind, tormented me while I slept. The only thing that I owe you is your head on stick.”

   He grinned, burying his face into her neck. “You can try my sweet, but you haven’t the strength to kill me. And as I recall you rather enjoyed being in my bed.”

   She blushed. She was too angry to feel ashamed. “Don’t flatter yourself Kain, I thought you were Tavin.”

   His smile widened, “are you so sure of that Morgan?”