Page 274 of Fatality

Her long black hair is down, slicked back, looking like she just stepped out of the shower, a few loose strands framing her face.

Her lips are painted a deep red and those eyes.

Fuck me.

Her eyes are sharp, rimmed in black, making her mismatched gaze even more striking, as if she could cut someone in half with a single look.

Her dress is black, with each step she takes, it shines with the lights and neon, hugging every curve before flaring subtly at the floor. The sheer lace corset reveals intricate floral embroidery.

An asymmetrical velvet drape falls over one hip.

Around her collarbones rests a sculptural silver necklace, like twisted wire wrapped around her neck, matched with deep red gemstone earrings.

And those fucking black stilettos—Thin, razor-sharp heels carved like silver daggers.

Everything about her is lethal, fatal.

Enough to kill a man.

Enough to kill me.

She looks at me and my knees buckle.

What the fuck is wrong with my body? What is this? Did that bastard's green fluid poison me?

She's close enough now that I have to look down at her. The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder now instead of brushing past it.

I can smell her perfume. It's not her natural scent, but she smells like vanilla and dark amber.

“Well,” she says, “you finally smell like a normal person.”

I don't—can't answer.

My gaze drops to her lips, hypnotized by the deep red. Slowly, I force myself to look back into her eyes.

They're so sharp, it feels like she's looking straight through my soul.

“Cat got your tongue, freak?” She smirks before giving me a slow once-over. “You got into a fight?”

I drop to one knee in front of her, then the other follows before I can even do something about it.

I can't even fucking stand.

It's the poison, I've been poisoned or the fight must've been too much.

That's all.

“What the fuck are you doing, Evren?”

“Shut up,” I murmur roughly. “Just shut the fuck up.”

I pant, staring at the ground, my heart pounding against my ribs.

I don't understand what the fuck is happening.

I reach up, grip her hips hard enough to make her hiss and use her to pull myself back to my feet.

“Hey! Watch the dress!” she snaps, punching the exact spot where that robot-man kicked me.