Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“You fucking asshole!” she screams as she makes it to her feet, pulling her soaked dress up to cover her body.

The spell I was under breaks instantly at the loss of our connection.

I can’t touch her—nothing beyond the most chaste of touches ever again. Our connection is too much for my self-control.

I’m just like my father.

Worse.

Because I pretend I only hurt the wicked, when in fact I am just as capable of hurting the beautiful—just like my father did.

Kai runs out of the water. And I chase after.

“Kai, stop!”

She does finally stop on the edge of the deck, whipping around with a cross look on her face.

“Why should I? You are a fucking bastard! You know how much I’m afraid of the water. Why would you do that?”

I stiffen. “Because I want to ruin you,” I lie. Because it’s the only way to save you from me.

She gives me a sly smile. “Don’t worry; I’ll ruin you first.”

She stomps toward the house, and I follow. She throws open the sliding door and steps inside, walking through my house not caring that she’s getting water all over my hardwood floor.

I follow.

We both head upstairs to the bathroom.

Kai begins stripping out of her dress when she stops, noticing that I followed her.

“You’ve got to be kidding? Do you really think I’m going to let you watch me strip after what you did?” she says.

“I’m dripping wet. I’m going to shower and change.”

“You’re not going to do that here.”

“This is my house and my bathroom,” I growl.

She smirks. “Not anymore. Get out!”

I roll my eyes but decide not to fight her on this. I walk into the closet to grab a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and storm out to go shower in the guest bathroom. Too bad cold showers don’t work on me anymore because of Kai. I’m going to need something to convince my aching balls nothing is ever going to happen with her.

Twenty-minutes later I’m still steaming, but a knock on the door changes things.

“Come to apologize for kicking me out?” I ask as I open the door.

“We need to head out right now. The Savage sent out a mayday,” Zeke.

“Shit.”

I throw my shirt on as I race after Zeke. The Savage is the head of our fleet. It’s the yacht I’m most often on. My favorite. Anders captains the ship for me. He’s the best captain in my crew. If he sent out a mayday, then they were attacked by the best.

“Do we know what happened yet?”

“No, they’ve been radio silent ever since.”

“Shit.” Which means we were definitely attacked.