~Lily~
“One.”
Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. He said one. He actually said one. Do you know what that means? That means he’s counting, and Connor never counts unless something really bad is about to happen. Like blood-on-the-floor bad. Like call-the-Moon-Goddess bad.
My stomach dropped straight through the floor. I think it’s still falling. I think it’s somewhere in hell right now having tea with Satan.
My fork slipped out of my hand and clanged against the plate so loud the whole restaurant probably heard it, and I wanted to scream, Sorry everyone, that’s just me dying quietly while my Alpha boyfriend counts down to homicide!
And Rafael—sweet, stupid Rafael—he laughed. He actually laughed. Like Connor, the scariest man alive, was a goddamn comedian and not the executioner sharpen
