Page 12 of Dark Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 10)

CALLI

The almost-silent gunshot that pierces the room forces a scream from my throat.

The voice startles me, and my eyes fly open.

“What the—”

I try to sit up, but my arms are stuck behind my head.

My head is fuzzy, really fucking fuzzy.

I still, trying to focus, trying to drag up memories of how I went from being on Ant’s bed with his head…

Everything slams into me with the force of an articulated lorry, and I kick my legs out as I try once more to get up.

Ant.

Daemon.

The gunshot.

“Noooo,” I shriek, my heart racing so hard it makes my head even fuzzier. “Daemon,” I cry.

Silence.

“DAEMON! DAEMON!” I scream his name until my throat is hoarse, but nothing happens. No one comes.

Looking up toward the headboard, I find my wrists have been bound with silk scarves, and when I remember that he dragged me from that warehouse in just my bra and skirt, I look down at what I have on.

“Jesus,” I mutter, taking in the black men’s shirt I’m now wearing.

Did he fucking change me?

“Daemon,” I scream once more, but just like I expect, nothing happens.

He’s either ignoring me, or he’s left me here. Wherever here is.

I look around the room, trying to find something that might clue me in as to where I am.

The walls are white and the furniture is a dark walnut. It all looks expensive, but surely, it’s not Daemon’s place.

I’d expect that to be as black as Theo’s, to match his soul.

A sob rips up my throat as I think about Ant.

Is that where Daemon’s gone? To clean up his body?

Rolling onto my front, I bury my face into the pillow and let my tears spill free as I mourn something that never could have been mine anyway.

I never wanted this, yet I knew it was the risk we were both taking.

We were both naïve to think we weren’t going to get caught.

I just never imagined that it would be by him.

Daemon.

My Batman.