He snorts. “Yet you liked that chair perfectly fine before I told you.”
“I did yes. I just don’t like the thought of sitting on a murdered animal.”
“Murder?” He leans up on his elbow. “I kill to eat. I use the bones and fur for crafting. That’s not even remotely close to murder.”
“It’s dead so …” I shrug.
“But you eat meat too,” he says.
“It just creeps me out. That’s all.”
I don’t like where this conversation is headed. I wish I never said anything at all. I should’ve just gone to sleep.
But Liam won’t stop. “So killing an animal is murder, but killing humans is fine, according to you?”
“What?” I turn to look at him. “I never said that.”
“But you came to kill me.”
My lips part, but I don’t know how to respond to that.
“That’s …” I turn back around again so I don’t have to look at him.
“What? Different?” He snorts.
I frown. “You tried to kill my sister.”
His grip on my waist tightens, fingers digging into my skin.
And my eyes shoot open.
Oh, God.
“What did you just say?”
My skin begins to crawl.
“What?” I reply. “You know why I’m here.”
“No …” His voice is so low it brings goose bumps to my skin, as he forces me to turn around and look at him. “You said … tried.”
The look in his eyes is murderous.
Insane.
And I am not fucking prepared.
One second feels like hours when staring into the eyes of a beast of a man ready to kill.
I chuck the blanket off and jump out of bed, but he’s right there in front of me, following my every footstep.
I don’t wait another second as I run to the door and jerk the handle, but it won’t open. “Fuck!”
I turn my back to the wood, only to come face-to-face with him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Not until you tell me exactly what you meant.”
“I’m not telling you anything,” I spit back, and I slip out underneath his arm right as he’s about to grab ahold of me. I run to the kitchen, pull open the drawer, and grasp a knife, pointing it at him.