Page 28 of The Darkness is Calling

Fuck.

I don’t even breathe, focused on the small contact between our hands, the entire motion unfolding in slow motion, one fraction of a second stretching as if it lasts an eternity.

Or perhaps only my mind wants to feel this moment for that long.

“Are there any in your room?” she asks when she withdraws her empty palm and tilts her head slightly to one side.

I close my fist around the microphones, crushing them, while her throat becomes exposed in a dangerously tempting way.

“No.”

Why am I incapable of lying to her?

“Then we’ll switch rooms,” she decides sharply.

She folds her hands over her chest, beautifully outlined by the low neckline of her dress, which only teases with the promise of a far more delicious discovery.

“Absolutely not,” I state, my voice flat. “No one enters this room except me.”

She looks around, pretending to think.

“I’m here. So it seems I managed to get through whatever invisible wall or magic circle you had at the entrance.”

Where does she get these replies?

And how have I not realized that she has crossed the line entering my room, a space even my brothers don’t enter?

I don’t have anything strange or dirty in here. I simply dislike anyone touching my personal things and, worse, creating disorder.

Here, just like inside my brain, only I have access.

And now she has crossed the threshold of both sacred spaces.

She is dangerous, and my voices like this.

I don’t.

“Ekaterina...” I try again, my tone more threatening. “You should return to your room. I understand your point, and I will tell Dimitri to remove everything from there.”

“That isn’t enough.”

I frown.

What the fuck else does she want?

“I don’t trust you to clear the place completely.”

“That is your problem.”

“No. That is your problem. Otherwise, I’m staying here.”

I narrow my eyes, but the image is just as clear when she turns toward the bed and drops back down on its edge.

I could solve this very easily by telling Dima to bring her a device capable of detecting such equipment. But I cannot resist the game being displayed so shamelessly before my eyes.

If she wants to dance with the Devil, I’ll make sure the music fits.

“Fine.”