Page 75 of Oathbreaker

Click.

The lock goes and my breath catches.

“What are you?—”

His head whips toward me, blue eyes blazing with something I can’t read—or maybe it’s that he has so many emotions flying through his face, I can’t detangle them all.

Rage and hurt.

Need and heat.

Softness and pain.

And yearning.

So deep and intense it calls to that well inside me, the one that’s existed from the moment this man walked out my door five years ago. One that’s grown, yawning and gaping, its deep black depths reminding me that despite all I have and no matter how lucky I remind myself I am…

My life is empty.

Without this man.

Even as I’m thinking that, he starts moving again.

Toward me.

Toward my bed.

And not stopping until he’s right beside it, his eyes full of that flurry of emotions but his tone deadly calm.

“You’ve been keeping things from me.”

I clench my Kindle a little tighter, lungs suddenly constricting. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

He just stares at me for a long moment.

Then he says, “You know exactly what I’m talking about, baby.”

I blink. Swallow. “Colt.”

Something ripples through his eyes when I say his name, but he just murmurs, “Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Baby.”

And when he doesn’t go on, I start to get irritated. “About what, Colt?”

He just lifts a brow.

I huff out a sigh, lift my Kindle. He wants to play the silent game? Great. I can do the same and get lost in my fictional love story.

At least this hero won’t ever leave his woman.

But I barely get my eyes on the screen before he’s plucking it out of my hand and tossing it aside.

“Hey!”

“You and West?” he asks icily.