Flesh 02 Skin

Flesh 02 Skin by Kylie Scott Read Free Book Online

Book: Flesh 02 Skin by Kylie Scott Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kylie Scott
being.
    “I guess we’ll see. Why don’t I fix you breakfast while you wash up?” he suggested, moving toward the kitchen.
    The power he had over her. She hated it. The infuriating lack of liberty, just like back at the school only worse.
    Her chin wobbled and he gave her his calm little smile, obviously taking her silence as assent. The look alone made her want to brain him with something hard. Again. He was hard to pin down. There were so many different smiles. She should number them, index them, all the better to keep them in order. Study him and defeat him. But she honest to God didn’t want to know him that well. The thought was repugnant. He’d bought her, for fuck’s sake. Bought her and fed her and put socks on her cold feet. Piled blankets on her and kept her chained to a bed. Her pride lay in tatters. Her eyes became inexplicably hot, sandy.
    She had to get out of this.
    But he was always watching. Getting the drop on him again wouldn’t be easy. And then she’d do what, hack off her foot? Who knew where he kept the key.
    “Go on and wash up,” he said impatiently. “We don’t have to fight about everything.”
    She fled into the shadowy bathroom and shut the door. The door lock had been disabled, the window barricaded. A bucket of cold water sat on the benchtop. It chilled her hands and stung her face as she began to wash. The fingers of her punching hand throbbed. Icy drops slid down her neck and soaked into her stupid dress. A hard shiver wracked her spine.
    The woman in the mirror stared back, slack-jawed and dazed, confused and not so confident.
    “Fuck.”
    ***
    “Is that really necessary?” he asked.
    “What?”
    “Pacing back and forth.” Nick sat at the table. His long fingers dealt ably with the various parts of a gun, then got busy cleaning and oiling. So far he’d sharpened three wicked-looking blades before moving onto things that went bang! He was an industrious thing, his hands constantly busy. “It’s annoying.”
    “Is it?” Roslyn sat on the arm of the lounge and kicked the chain to and fro, noisily. It slithered across the floor, metal clinking. She added a little extra oomph to the movement just for fun. Nick looked less than impressed, his eyes all flashy and dangerous. Bad luck, buddy. Chalk up one small, pathetic victory to her team.
    The trimmed beard covered a lot of territory, but his eyes said plenty. Mostly she’d avoided looking in them since he’d laid out brunch on the table. He’d sat down across from her and dug into the porridge and chopped apples laced with brown sugar. Of course he knew how to cook, as he’d demonstrated with dinner last night. How typical. She tried not to be impressed. Also, she tried not to relish the food. A hot breakfast, however, proved to be worlds away from a ration of stale crackers at the school. At least her captivity would be passed in relative comfort.
    “Why don’t you read a book?” he suggested, gesturing to the shelf of dusty classics above the bed.
    “I don’t have any reading glasses. My spares are back at the school in my handbag.” For fun she wrapped the chain around her foot and bounced and jiggled it on the floor. “Why don’t you take me back so I can fetch them?”
    “I’m not really in the mood for a drive. Aren’t you tired of wearing the uniform?”
    She barked out a laugh. “I think I’ll keep my dress on, thank you.”
    “There are fresh clothes in the cupboard.” He carefully set down a piece of his pistol, steepled his fingers and rested his chin upon the point. “That’s all I meant. For now.”
    “What sort of clothes?”
    “So suspicious. Go see for yourself.” The look on his face would have made anyone think twice. A gleam had returned to his eyes. He sat perfectly still, watching and waiting. Vipers probably sat that still when sizing up their prey.
    The chain jangled as she kicked it aside and stood. “Alright.”
    She wandered over and threw open the double-door cupboard,

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