Nico POV
"Calling you sir just feels wrong."
"It didn't feel wrong a few minutes ago, did it?"
Her cheeks flushed, embarrassment painting her face with the kind of red I wanted to see on her ass.
"That was different," she whispered.
"How was that any different?"
"It just was."
I stepped forward. "Tell me how it was different, lila." My voice boomed through the room and I noticed her flinch. I wasn't angry, I just needed to know what was different for her.
She looked at me, and the intensity in her eyes momentarily took my breath away. "It was different because a few minutes ago you weren't the man who wanted to kill me."
Another step, my heart beating faster, my body humming as I got closer to hers. "Who was I, lila?"
She swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine as I continued forward. Something was pulling me, drawing me in, luring me to her like I was no longer the hunter, but now became the prey.
I stopped, my body mere inches from hers. "Tell me, Lila. Who was I?"
