Page 48 of Fatality

He tilts his head slightly, black-and-red streaked hair falling across his forehead as the glow in his hazel eyes intensifies.

What the hell? Why do his eyes glow?

It's mods, it has to be since it's not natural to have glowing eyes.

“You should've been in my car instead.” His smirk spreads slowly. “Not with this novice fucker. Are you an idiot?”

Excuse me?

I probably am, considering I agreed to come with Elyas. But not to that, I didn't know where he was dragging me in.

And anyway, who the hell does he think he is, insulting me?

I'm about to tell him to fuck off when one of his hands suddenly shoots forward.

Not toward me, toward the seatbelt.

Click.

The belt retracts instantly.

Before I can react, his other hand slides to the nape of my neck.

I tense immediately.

I grab his wrist and yank, trying to shove him away, but it doesn't budge an inch.

“Don't touch me!”

“I'm helping you,” he whispers, leaning farther into the car until his face is only inches from mine. “So, stop fucking shouting like you're getting murdered.”

This close, I can finally make out the details of his face.

A silver diamond-shaped piece of jewelry sits on his cheekbone, almost like a piercing.

I've never seen anything like it—and I work with a piercer.

Everything about him looks dangerous.

“See something you like?” he asks.

He's noticed the way I'm studying him, mapping every detail of his face.

I don't even have time to snap back before his hand shifts, wrapping around my waist.

Then I'm moving.

He hauls me through the shattered window like I weigh absolutely nothing.

No warning, no hesitation.

And definitely no respect for boundaries—or basic fucking medical protocol to check whether I can even be moved after a crash.

I can feel the muscles in his arms flex against my body.

He could snap me in half so easily.

As he carries me like a fucking doll, my face ends up only inches from his neck.