Rise of a Queen (Kingdom Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,28
his. “U-up?”
Is he going to kill me?
“I’m done waiting for you to talk. You will do it right now.”
Oh, so it’s not actually ‘up’ as I thought. A rush of relief floods me, and I hate how light my chest feels.
When I remain silent, Jonathan’s fingers squeeze lightly, almost as if he’s reminding me of his power. “If you don’t talk, I’m liquefying H&H.”
The relief settling at the bottom of my stomach slowly disappears. “You can’t do that!”
“I can and I will. For the record, your black belt friend was here earlier and she made the mistake of threatening me, so I might be in the mood to ruin her life.”
Oh my God. Lay! I should’ve known she’d get her claws out if I disappeared on her. Not that her claws can do anything to a man like Jonathan. She’ll only end up hurting herself.
Shit.
Knowing Jonathan, he’ll also go after her family to drive the point home.
“I hate you,” I snarl at him.
“You didn’t hate me when you came all over my tongue.”
My thighs clench at the reminder of the pleasure he brought out of me not too long ago.
“Now, fucking talk, Aurora. What’s with the nonsense about Alicia?”
“Fine, let me up.”
“So you’ll throw one of your tantrums? No.”
“I’m uncomfortable.”
“Liar.” His lips twitch. “You’ve been rubbing your thighs together.”
“Which means I’m uncomfortable.”
“You’re aroused, not uncomfortable. You think I can’t tell the difference?”
Damn him and how observant he is.
I take in a deep breath, but it comes out chopped and broken — just like the whole chaos in my chest.
Being cornered is one of the feelings I loathe the most. I’ve fought so hard to escape my father’s shadow, but I’ve never managed to.
Even though Jonathan has threatened everything precious to me, there’s a vile need to tell him everything. To just spill it out and…be out there for the first time in my life.
I know it’s dangerous and that it’ll probably come back and bite me in the butt, but I’m so exhausted. My body is full of bruises, cuts, and a healed scar that still hurts.
It could be due to the physical pain, the lack of sleep, or both, but I murmur, “Ever since the first day I came here, I’ve been receiving messages from Alicia.”
“What type of messages?”
“Recordings on flash drives. It seemed like her will to me. At the beginning, she said that if I got them, it meant she was dead. Then she went on to tell me that someone wanted to kill her. She also said that our mother told her to cut all connection with me. In the last message, she was crying and told me…”
“What?” I expect him to squeeze my throat for good measure, but his fingers loosen until he’s almost caressing me.
“She…she said you were poisoning her. You were trying to kill her.”
I expect him to deny it, to tell me I’m wrong, but he continues studying me with that calculative gaze of his. I wait for his words with bated breath, but they never come out.
“So?” I whisper.
His face is covered in that blankness that I can’t get past, no matter how much time I spend with him. “Where are those recordings?”
“In my car.”
“Where in your car?”
“In my glove box.” I’m bemused. “Why is that the main point here?”
He pushes off me, and the skin where his fingers were wrapped around my neck is suddenly hollow and desolate.
The fact that he stopped touching me so suddenly feels wrong. Why does it feel so wrong?
I try not to focus on that as I follow his movements and sit on the edge of the bed beside him. Jonathan places a phone to his ear. “Moses. Search the glove box in Aurora’s car and bring me the flash drives in there.”
Why would he need them?
Wait… “Are you going to get rid of the evidence?”
Jonathan hangs up but keeps his phone in his hand. His expression is still that bland one, but something about it bothers me. The emotions he’s hiding behind his façade seem wrong. “There’s no evidence, because that nonsense didn’t happen.”
“Alicia said you poisoned her in order to kill her.” I probably shouldn’t be accusing him this openly, but it’s out there now, so I might as well hear his take on it.
“I want to hear it for myself.”
“More like you want to destroy the evidence.”
“If I wanted to kill Alicia, I would’ve done it right after she gave birth to Aiden. I wouldn’t have waited until eight years later.”