“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he said, admiring his handiwork. “How long I’ve waited to… exact my revenge.” He reached out to wipe the blood away from her nose, but she twisted away, nostrils flared.
She didn’t respond- how could she? She hadn’t seen him in years, and he was no longer the shy, sweet kid she’d trained. He was big, now, taller than her, lean and muscle-bound; his demeanor had shifted, too. It felt like there was something dark beneath the surface, like knowing there was something predatory stalking her, but not being able to see it.
As he leaned back, the bedsprings creaking, she was forced to admit he’d done everything right when it came to abducting someone. She only had herself to thank for that.
“What, lost for words? When you were still at the Agency, weren’t you notorious for your ‘quick judgement and sharp tongue?’” His gaze flicked briefly to her mouth, and then down the length of her body. “What happened?” A small smile graced his face.