Page 15 of Knight’s Seduction

“Please…Meredith.” He took a step toward her, an anguished look on his face.

She quickly got into her car and yanked the door shut. He stood there, looking at her through the window, lips in a flat line as she put the car in reverse, backed up, and drove away.

Still, she couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror.

Kryos stood, legs braced apart, hands at his sides, staring after her.

Chapter 4

This was a bad idea.

But Kryos needed a chance to try to explain himself. His female running away and telling him she was going to marry some weaselly human wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

Not according to Silas.

Fucking angel.

Kryos had to do something, he had to try to make her understand.

God, his need for her was only growing stronger. Maybe he was imagining it, but he was positive he could actually feel her presence, and not just when she was near. All the fucking time. And it was seriously messing with him.

You’re acting like an obsessive lunatic.

Yeah, coming to her house, where she lived with her parents, was a bad idea. A monumentally stupid idea. But he had to do something—and fast. He wouldn’t let her marry that David guy. He couldn’t. There was also the fact that his inner demon was continually screaming for her, and every cell in Kryos’s body was fighting, aching to be close to her.

Laughter rang out through the open patio doors, and he moved closer to the house. The family was seated around a large dinner table. Meredith, her mother and father…and David, the man Meredith planned to marry.

Kryos had hated him on sight.

He bit back a snarl when David turned to Meredith, looking at her like she was his, and touched her hand. It took everything in him not to burst through the open doors and tear the guy’s head from his neck.

Meredith’s parents and David were talking, but Meredith wasn’t contributing. Her gorgeous eyes were almost lifeless. Fuck. She hated every moment of this dinner—he could feel it, see it. She didn’t want to be seated next to that asshole. Her parents didn’t even notice, or care. They were more interested in fawning over the guy who would take their daughter off their hands.

David’s hand moved to her back and slid low. Meredith’s shoulders stiffened. He could fucking sense her urge to recoil, her fight not to.

While Meredith’s father talked to David and her mother rushed off to get dessert, Kryos’s female sat there hurting. It was written all over her face, in her body language, because deep inside she knew she didn’t belong there.

And the people who were supposed to love her the most in this world, who should have her best interests at heart, couldn’t or refused to see it.

Somehow, he had to get through to her; he had to make her understand. Whether she would allow herself to believe it or not right now, she was his and he was hers.

Another hour ticked by before David said his goodbyes. He took Meredith’s hand and all but dragged her outside with him, so she could walk him to his car.

Kryos stuck to the shadows, watching as the prick hanging on to her hand in a fucking death grip tugged her into his body and kissed her lips.

Meredith stiffened and drew back, but David, the motherfucker, hooked her around the waist, holding her against him, the other hand at the back of her head, not allowing her to pull away.

Rage pumped through Kryos like he’d never experienced before, and a growl tore from him, all demon, echoing through the front yard.

David pulled back, a startled expression on his face, and searched the shadows. He quickly ended their goodbye and retreated to his car. The fucking coward left Meredith standing there. He didn’t know what or who had made the noise, and yet he left her there alone, anyway.

As he drove off, Meredith dragged the back of her hand over her mouth, a small but unmistakable shudder moving through her as she glanced around, then rushed not to the house but to the garage. A moment later, a light came on in the room above it.

Kryos almost stepped out of the shadows and followed, but he made himself stay put.

He waited until the house went quiet, until all the lights were turned off, and then he made his way around behind the garage. Christ, he was drawn there like he was tethered to Meredith. As if she were calling out to him, calling him to her.

She wasn’t, of course. His beautiful little waitress didn’t even know he was there.