Chapter 10 · The Bride Did It

"You're bleeding on my floor." Kael's voice came from the doorway, flat and cold.

I didn't look up. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grip the blade I'd pulled from the evidence wall. The one with his scent all over it. The one that killed someone.

"Good," I said. "Maybe it'll stain."

He crossed the room in three strides. Grabbed my wrist. The blade clattered to the marble, and I tried to yank free, but his grip turned to iron.

"Let go."

"No."

"I said let go."

"And I said no." His thumb pressed against my pulse. "Your heart's going to give out before you get an answer."

I twisted hard enough that my wrist burned. "Then maybe you should've thought about that before you locked a ring on me and shoved me into a house full of people who want me dead."

His eyes flashed gold. Just a flicker. Just enough to make my breath catch.