herself together again. Her courage was one of her great strengths and one of the many things he admired about her.
âAnd yet not so incidental that youâre not going to use it against me.â
âIâm not using it against you. Iâm just telling you what I want.â
She was still plastered against the glass, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible. God, the courage she must have had to approach him, to put her hands on him. That first touch in so many years â¦
He curled his fingers into his palm almost absently, as if to keep the warmth of her skin from fading.
If she noted the movement, she gave no sign. âDonât be so fucking coy, Zac. You said you wanted something for you. So whatâs that? A screw? Is that what you want?â
He could. Oh yes, he could definitely demand that. But tonight he was after something far more important. Something far more valuable.
Something that would break the holding pattern theyâd gotten into.
âIf it was just a quick fuck I was after, angel, believe me, there would be nothing coy about it. No. Tonight what I want is your trust.â
She blinked. âWhat? But I doââ
âNo,â he cut her off before she could feed him yet another lie. âYou donât. Because if you did, you would have told me what happened to you in that house long ago.â
Anger sparked to life in her face. âAre you kidding me? Thatâs not about trust, Zac. I didnât tell you because I didnât want to have to talk about it. With anyone.â
âDeny it all you want. But one thingâs for sure. We canât continue doing this anymore. Or at least I canât. Watching your life get smaller and smaller while your fear gets bigger and bigger. I thought after all these years youâd eventually start to trust me at some point, let me help you, but you havenât. And now my patience is at an end.â
Her jaw went tight. âSo, what? You think you can waltz in here, uninvited, telling me you want me, demanding my trust, and expecting me to just give it to you?â The sarcasm in her voice was razor sharp. âTypical alpha-male shit in other words.â
He ignored that. âIâve spent years doing things your way, Eva. Never pushing you, never crowding you. Respecting your boundaries. And look at you. Youâre absolutely terrified of me, even now.â
âOnly because you showed up without any fucking warning!â
At least she didnât deny it this time. âYou wouldnât have let me in otherwise. Deny it if you can.â
Her mouth opened. Shut again. âThatâs no reason for you to goââ
âIâm not arguing with you.â It was time to bring this little discussion to a close. Give her something to think about and some time in which to think it. âIâm laying out the facts. If you want my help with this situation, you accept a few rules to demonstrate your trust in me.â
âRules? What freaking rules?â
âYou donât hide things from me. You do exactly what I say, when I say it. No argument, no protest.â
âAnd why the fucking hell would I do that?â
âBecause you trust me.â He held her gaze. âBecause, Eva, if you donât, then youâre on your own.â
The long, pale expanse of her throat moved, the fury in her eyes making them burn as bright as stars. âFine. I guess Iâll be doing this without you then.â
He hadnât expected her to give inâhe already knew she was a fighter right down to her bones. But still, the fact that she didnât want to hurt more than he thought it would.
Good thing he wasnât bluffing.
He kept his gaze locked with hers, so she could be in no doubt. âGood-bye then, Eva King. Itâs been an honor and a privilege to have known you.â
Then he turned on his heel and walked out the