Love Me in the Dark novel Chapter 3

KREW

SHE STEPPED forward at a calculated pace. “Hello, Krew.”

Outrageous. How fucking convenient? I cursed silently. She was not Krystyn’s friend. No fucking way. Not in a million light-years. But she was here in all her gorgeousness.

No wonder my sister would never tell me about her friend because there was no way I would allow this to happen even if the hell turned to arctic and thawed. I would never welcome her into my house. When did they become a friend? Yesterday? Last night? Just fucking great.

I huffed mockingly. “What do I owe this pleasure?” I ignored the fact that I was here to pick her up. Could I just pretend that she was not the reason why I was here? Im-fucking-possible!

“I believe your sister has informed you about my arrival?”

I arched a brow. “What are you doing in this awful place?”

She only answered me with a shrug. Her penny brown hair was tousled, but it didn’t make her any less beautiful. Her gorgeous eyes showed a lot of unsettled emotions, but the most dominant ones were sadness and terrified. She’s indeed in trouble. How big? I had no clue.

“Look. I got to go. I’m sure you can find yourself a hotel in town. I don’t have time to deal with you and my sister’s devious plans.” I walked to my car and opened the door.

“Krew, please?” she called urgently. Wow! Was she really the woman I once knew? There was no way River fucking Rouge would ask for my help or beg for something. I could still remember what she did to me in my own building. What changed, though? Why did she come to my sister for help when she loathed me and my family for years?

I whirled around and realized she had nothing but the white dress on her body. I met her perturbed gaze, and it immediately made my heart sad.

The moment I said yes to my sister, I knew there was no backing out, and I was a man of my word. The fact that she was my sister’s friend—wait a sec, are they really friends? I was still finding it hard to believe. But if Krys would be in trouble, I knew River would do the same as I was about to do right now.

Profoundly disturbed with this whole scenario, I rounded to the passenger seat and opened the door for her. “Help yourself.”

I climbed to the driver’s seat and fastened my seat belt. She joined me and did the same. The space between us suddenly turned small and congesting. I ignored a shiver that swept over me when her cologne permeated in the car—something like jasmine, blackberry, flowers extract drizzled with chocolate. I liked a woman who smelled good—not strong, not too sweet, just enough that made me want to run my nose against her skin. Fuck. Where did that come from? This is really a very bad and disturbing idea to have her in my house.

Back to the issue at hand, I had a lot of questions spinning in my head, but I had no plan on asking her. She would fill me up if she felt like it. Besides, if she killed someone, my sister would not get me into whatever mess River had than what she already did before.

The real deal was, why Krystyn was willing to help her even though she knew I was River’s mortal enemy?

The silence stretched between us as I drove through the long road towards my house. My sister was right, my place was the last thing someone would look for her. And by the look on River’s face, she was definitely running from something or someone. Heart trouble maybe? Why would I care? I didn’t want to go down that road again.

“Close.”

I parked the car in front of the house in a halt. My eyes narrowing to slits. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Someone was stalking me for months, but the police said, I don’t have evidence to file a case or get a restraining order against my stalker.”

I swallowed the overflowing rage not to shout at her. “How does running away stop him from stalking you? Until when do you think you can run and hide from him?”

“I wasn’t thinking straight when I asked Krys for help, but she was the first person that I knew who could help me. Now I realize what a huge mistake I made. I shouldn’t have come here.” She broke the gaze and wiped her tears. As much as I would like to piss her off, I hated to see women cry.

“Too late for that, don’t you think? And who is your stalker, River?”

Instead of answering me, she shook to cry in her seat. Conversation killer.

“Forget that I asked.”