My chest rose and fell as I stared at him. Wayne. The man everyone said was dangerous with a smile, seductive with a secret. The glint in his eyes told me he wasn't just here for answers. He was here for the unraveling. Mine.
He sat beside me on the edge of the bed like he belonged there, like I hadn't just been drugged and tied up in some soft-lit luxury dungeon. My heart pounded. Maybe it was the drug, or maybe it was the way his fingers brushed lightly over the hem of my shirt, right near my ribs. Like he was testing how far he could push.
"You've got this hero complex, don't you?" Wayne whispered, his voice velvet and wicked. "Protecting Mr. Han, throwing yourself into danger. Getting shot. I wonder if you bleed as beautifully as you blush."
