Page 95 of Beautiful Things Obey
The video of Nessa tied to that chair is burning a hole in my sensibility. I know giving Konstantin what he wants is a death sentence, but how can I not try when Nessa’s life is at stake?
My head and my heart are at war.
My head tells me to stay.
But my heart tells me I need to take care of this myself.
“I’m not going to do anything stupid,” I assure Lotti quietly.
She knows it’s a lie. But she doesn’t let on.
“But if I’m still sleeping when she wakes up.” My voice breaks a fraction. “Tell Larissa Auntie Leo loves her,” I whisper.
Lotti’s wise gaze is a silent warning. “You tell her yourself when she wakes up.”
After all of this is said and done,we both seem to be saying.
I slide off the barstool. “Thanks for the scone and tea. It was exactly what I needed.”
I pull on a jacket from the hook by the door. It’s one of Silas’s, and it smells like him, and the scent makes me wish things didn’t have to turn out this way.
I’m sorry.
As quiet as a mouse, I ease open the door, ready to sneak away.
But waiting on the other side of the door is a six-foot wall of muscle in an Armani suit and a pissed-off expression.
Silas.
Now it dawns on me why Lotti seemed to let me move around with ease, because she knew Silas was close to being home.
“Going somewhere?” His voice has a dark edge.
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SILAS
Three emotions fight for control inside me.
Anger. Because the woman I’m in love with just tried to sneak out of my house in the middle of the night to walk into whatever trap is waiting for her.
Concern. Because whatever threat is after her is lurking on the other side of the gate she almost breached, and that was a fucking close call I didn’t need right now.
Andrelief. Because I got here in time to stop her from making the stupid mistake that would get her killed.
Much to Leonore’s disgust. She’s vibrating with fury that she’s been caught.
But I’d rather her be angry than dead. Which she would be if she went looking for Konstantin.
I reach for her, but she pulls away from my hand.
“Sit down,” I say.
“I don’t want to sit down.”
“For once, will you do what I ask?”
“Don’t start telling me what to do. Konstantin has Nessa,” she bites, my beautiful dark creature, vengeful to a fault.
