“Don’t move. "I just want to look at you,” Ainsley whispered, his lips curled into a smirk. He stood very close, the scent of his cologne clinging to her skin like a bitter memory. Eloise didn’t flinch, but her stomach tightened. His tone wasn’t gentle. It was mocking, like he was savoring the final moments before a kill. She raised her eyes anyway. His gaze locked onto hers….black, hollow, pulling her in like a void. For a split second, something flickered….heat, longing, regret; but it vanished, swallowed by the cold.
Then he pulled back with a scoff. “Oh! Moongoddess....look at you,” he muttered. “Still hoping there’s something left between us?”
Eloise’s chest rose and fell, slow and steady. “You dragged me into this mess, remember?”
Ainsley chuckled bitterly. “Dragged you in? You cl
