Lion's Share
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I’d come expecting to have to cover my scent upstairs, but I’d never been in the cellar. If I had been, the whole thing might have gone down differently. Maybe I wouldn’t be in so much trouble.
Maybe Jace wouldn’t want to get rid of me.
In a picture at the bottom left corner of the board, I stood in the parking lot next to Robyn’s car, my pack hanging low and heavy on my back. Mitch and Olsen stood to either side of me, and Danielle was bent over the trunk, arranging luggage.
My eyes watered. I hadn’t seen any of them since the day that picture was taken, no more than five hours before Mitch, Olsen, and Dani had been slaughtered. Before Robyn had been dragged through the woods to a disturbingly furnished hunter’s cabin for no reason other than that she was my friend. She was bait, intended to draw me to the scene of my own murder.
Fear cooled my skin like a cold wind. My teeth started to chatter. How could I have missed so much? I was supposed to have everything under control!
I’d known since the day I’d killed the hunters that they’d been watching me. Their leader, Steve, had actually signed up for my psychology class just to get close to me. He was the one who’d suggested the campsite, luring us into his very backyard.
I’d fallen into his trap and my friends had paid for my mistake. Now their ghosts were haunting me from a full-color, glossy four-by-six photograph.
But some of those pictures were taken after I’d killed Steve and his friends. Two of them were taken during finals, just days before.
A strangling sound caught in my throat.
Jace took me by the shoulders. “Abby.” That time, when I tried to move away, he pulled me into an embrace, his body pressed the length of mine—a physical shield against a visual horror. “Don’t look,” he whispered into my hair, gently guiding my head toward his chest.
My temple grazed his collarbone. My arms slid around him. I inhaled deeply, and in spite of all the blood—both old and new—the only scent I registered was Jace’s. He smelled like the forest in winter. Like soap and coffee. And like something wonderfully, indefinably masculine.
He felt like strength, security, and power.
I relaxed against him, letting his scent and the feel of him eclipse the horrific implications of that repulsive stalker-board.
“I’ll take it all down.” The steady thumping of his heart intensified, and for a second, I thought I could feel it through his shirt and my jacket, but that was impossible. Right? “You won’t have to see any of it again,” he whispered. “Come upstairs with me.”
But when he let me go, his gaze snagged on mine and I got caught on that fierce connection, like a bug drawn toward a light. I knew better than to touch him again, but I couldn’t make myself back away.
“I never should have brought you here.” His voice was so raw, it hurt to hear. “I’m sorry. You should never have seen this.”
“It’s my fault.” But I knew before the words were even out that he wouldn’t understand them. I wasn’t giving him a chance to understand. I couldn’t give him that chance.
Jace’s brows rose. “Believe it or not, I know how to say no. Even to you.” A small smile tugged at one corner of his beautiful mouth, and I was suddenly crippled by the memory of that midnight kiss in the woods.
I would never get to kiss Jace again.
All at once, the air seemed too thick to breathe. I was going to marry Brian, and he would want to kiss me, but that would never be like kissing Jace, and every time he tried it, I would remember what kissing was supposed to feel like.
I was going to spend the rest of my life married to Brian but thinking about Jace. Because that was the right thing to do, and I’d made far too many bad decisions recently. But before that happened, I had to know...
“Is it hard for you to say no to me?”
“You know damn well it is.” He stepped closer, and I sucked in a short breath.
“I’ll try to make it easier.”
He chuckled, and the sound slid down my spine to pool in more sensitive places. “I don’t think you even know how.”
That was true. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that Jace was the only thing in that cellar that didn’t terrify me. As little sense as it made, he felt safe and right. Even though every word he said and every look he gave me shortened the fuse on a bomb that would eventually explode and take us both straight to hell.
“I’m not doing it on purpose. I just...”
“I know.” Jace closed the space between us, and his hand slid behind my head. “Some things just can’t be helped.” He leaned down, and I closed my eyes as his mouth met mine. Jace took a slow taste of my lower lip, and when he pulled away I rose onto my toes, chasing him without thought.
Wrong or not, I needed more.
I touched my lip, trying to pretend I could still feel his touch, and when I looked up, the heat in Jace’s eyes burned right through me.
He bent toward me again, and that kiss wasn’t sweet or slow. It was fiery, and hungry, and desperate. It was his hand in my hair and mine on his neck. It was lips, and tongues, and even a little teeth. That kiss was a problem—no use pretending otherwise—and no wrong in the world had ever felt more right.
Finally, Jace tore himself away from me and stepped back, panic alive in his eyes. As if that kiss might never have ended at all if it hadn’t ended right that second.
My heart beat so hard, my chest ached. Everywhere he’d been touching me a second before felt suddenly cold and aching. I wanted nothing more out of life in that moment than to rise onto my toes and kiss him again.
“There. Now we’re even.” He was breathing too hard. His eyes were dilated and his fists were clenched, as if he wanted to reach for me but was fighting the urge. “You messed up, and I messed up. That couldn’t be helped, but now it’s over. This is over, Abby.”
I nodded, because he was right. Whatever this was, it had to be over. “Okay. Now what?”
“Now I take care of that.” He gestured over his shoulder at the bulletin board, and that time, when I stared at the creepy pictures of myself, it was to get him out of my head. To forget what we’d just done. Again.
“You don’t need to see any of this. Go upstairs and let me—”
“No.” I frowned, still staring at the board. Something was…off.
Maybe Jace wouldn’t want to get rid of me.
In a picture at the bottom left corner of the board, I stood in the parking lot next to Robyn’s car, my pack hanging low and heavy on my back. Mitch and Olsen stood to either side of me, and Danielle was bent over the trunk, arranging luggage.
My eyes watered. I hadn’t seen any of them since the day that picture was taken, no more than five hours before Mitch, Olsen, and Dani had been slaughtered. Before Robyn had been dragged through the woods to a disturbingly furnished hunter’s cabin for no reason other than that she was my friend. She was bait, intended to draw me to the scene of my own murder.
Fear cooled my skin like a cold wind. My teeth started to chatter. How could I have missed so much? I was supposed to have everything under control!
I’d known since the day I’d killed the hunters that they’d been watching me. Their leader, Steve, had actually signed up for my psychology class just to get close to me. He was the one who’d suggested the campsite, luring us into his very backyard.
I’d fallen into his trap and my friends had paid for my mistake. Now their ghosts were haunting me from a full-color, glossy four-by-six photograph.
But some of those pictures were taken after I’d killed Steve and his friends. Two of them were taken during finals, just days before.
A strangling sound caught in my throat.
Jace took me by the shoulders. “Abby.” That time, when I tried to move away, he pulled me into an embrace, his body pressed the length of mine—a physical shield against a visual horror. “Don’t look,” he whispered into my hair, gently guiding my head toward his chest.
My temple grazed his collarbone. My arms slid around him. I inhaled deeply, and in spite of all the blood—both old and new—the only scent I registered was Jace’s. He smelled like the forest in winter. Like soap and coffee. And like something wonderfully, indefinably masculine.
He felt like strength, security, and power.
I relaxed against him, letting his scent and the feel of him eclipse the horrific implications of that repulsive stalker-board.
“I’ll take it all down.” The steady thumping of his heart intensified, and for a second, I thought I could feel it through his shirt and my jacket, but that was impossible. Right? “You won’t have to see any of it again,” he whispered. “Come upstairs with me.”
But when he let me go, his gaze snagged on mine and I got caught on that fierce connection, like a bug drawn toward a light. I knew better than to touch him again, but I couldn’t make myself back away.
“I never should have brought you here.” His voice was so raw, it hurt to hear. “I’m sorry. You should never have seen this.”
“It’s my fault.” But I knew before the words were even out that he wouldn’t understand them. I wasn’t giving him a chance to understand. I couldn’t give him that chance.
Jace’s brows rose. “Believe it or not, I know how to say no. Even to you.” A small smile tugged at one corner of his beautiful mouth, and I was suddenly crippled by the memory of that midnight kiss in the woods.
I would never get to kiss Jace again.
All at once, the air seemed too thick to breathe. I was going to marry Brian, and he would want to kiss me, but that would never be like kissing Jace, and every time he tried it, I would remember what kissing was supposed to feel like.
I was going to spend the rest of my life married to Brian but thinking about Jace. Because that was the right thing to do, and I’d made far too many bad decisions recently. But before that happened, I had to know...
“Is it hard for you to say no to me?”
“You know damn well it is.” He stepped closer, and I sucked in a short breath.
“I’ll try to make it easier.”
He chuckled, and the sound slid down my spine to pool in more sensitive places. “I don’t think you even know how.”
That was true. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that Jace was the only thing in that cellar that didn’t terrify me. As little sense as it made, he felt safe and right. Even though every word he said and every look he gave me shortened the fuse on a bomb that would eventually explode and take us both straight to hell.
“I’m not doing it on purpose. I just...”
“I know.” Jace closed the space between us, and his hand slid behind my head. “Some things just can’t be helped.” He leaned down, and I closed my eyes as his mouth met mine. Jace took a slow taste of my lower lip, and when he pulled away I rose onto my toes, chasing him without thought.
Wrong or not, I needed more.
I touched my lip, trying to pretend I could still feel his touch, and when I looked up, the heat in Jace’s eyes burned right through me.
He bent toward me again, and that kiss wasn’t sweet or slow. It was fiery, and hungry, and desperate. It was his hand in my hair and mine on his neck. It was lips, and tongues, and even a little teeth. That kiss was a problem—no use pretending otherwise—and no wrong in the world had ever felt more right.
Finally, Jace tore himself away from me and stepped back, panic alive in his eyes. As if that kiss might never have ended at all if it hadn’t ended right that second.
My heart beat so hard, my chest ached. Everywhere he’d been touching me a second before felt suddenly cold and aching. I wanted nothing more out of life in that moment than to rise onto my toes and kiss him again.
“There. Now we’re even.” He was breathing too hard. His eyes were dilated and his fists were clenched, as if he wanted to reach for me but was fighting the urge. “You messed up, and I messed up. That couldn’t be helped, but now it’s over. This is over, Abby.”
I nodded, because he was right. Whatever this was, it had to be over. “Okay. Now what?”
“Now I take care of that.” He gestured over his shoulder at the bulletin board, and that time, when I stared at the creepy pictures of myself, it was to get him out of my head. To forget what we’d just done. Again.
“You don’t need to see any of this. Go upstairs and let me—”
“No.” I frowned, still staring at the board. Something was…off.
