“How do I do that?” she asked, his words sinking into her skin like tiny cuts. She felt a mix of fear and thrill in her belly.
Lucian stepped closer and Georgia took a step back. A shiver ran down her spine. He moved like a lion, slow and sure, eyes locked on her. The air around him was heavy, like a storm was about to break.
He stopped just inches away, his breath warm on her cheek. He leaned in, his lips close to her ear. “You take their comfort, their pride, piece by piece,” he whispered. “You show them they’re nothing.”
Georgia’s eyes went wide, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat.
Lucian pulled back, his brow raised. “What?” he asked, his voice smooth. “You don’t have the liver to do it?”
She swallowed hard. “No… it’s just..”
“You’re stuttering,” he said, cutting her off
