The corners of his mouth lift into a dark smile. “You’re supposed to, Bellezza,” he seethes and then he just gazes down at me.
“Monster. Beast. That’s what you are.”
Something shifts in his eyes again and I can tell I struck a nerve.
What I see too is my destruction. It doesn’t matter what attraction and chemistry there is between us. This man hates me because I am my father’s daughter. He’ll use me as a scape goat. Collateral damage.
He hates my father, what he doesn’t know is that I hate my father more than he does.
I’m as good as dead here.
I accept that truth as I watch him walk through the door and it clicks shut.
When a key rattles on the outside I know I’m locked in.
Trapped.