Lila POV
The only answer he gave me was his silence.
I took a deep breath. "And your mother? The woman who gave birth to you. You killed her and you took her life to save mine. Twice, Nico. Twice you pulled the trigger for me, killing your own flesh and blood, so how can you expect me to believe that nothing has changed?"
As the last word left my mouth, I felt the blade pierce my skin. Pain seared my flesh, and I gasped when he wrapped his hand around my throat.
He leaned down, his lips inches from my ear. "Just because I killed for you doesn't mean you're safe with me."
I turned my face toward him. "To me it means I'm safer nowhere else."
Our gazes remained locked. His eyes were cold, his expression hard, but I tried my best not to feel intimidated by him in that moment. "I know what you're trying to do, Nico, and it's not going to work."
His grip around my throat tightened. "And what is it that I'm doing?"
