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incapacitating her if she was going to prove a nuisance, though hopefully the mere threat of it would be enough to get her to back off.
    â€œVery astute,” he said as he lifted the gun. “Though a nice bullet wound to match mine might have you rethinking that little scenario.”
    Her gaze dropped to the gun, then came back up to his again. “You’d really do that?”
    â€œWhat do you think?”
    There was fear in her eyes, he could see that much. And yet … something else. Something like anger. And why not? If someone had kidnapped him at gunpoint, he’d be pretty pissed about it too.
    â€œI wouldn’t if I were you,” he warned softly, before she pushed him further. “You wouldn’t like it, I guarantee.”
    For a second, a spark of deep blue flared in her gaze. Then she looked away. “Fine. Whatever. So are you going to tell me what I’m here for then?”
    â€œEventually.” He pushed himself away from the vanity, the ground moving unsteadily under his feet. Gritting his teeth, he took a moment to will it still again then said, “Stay here.”
    She said nothing as he left the bathroom, going down the hallway and into the bedroom.
    There was a chest of drawers in one corner and he pulled one of the top drawers open, finding what he was looking for. Heading back into the bathroom, he was mildly surprised to find her exactly where he’d left her, with her arms wrapped around her middle, a mutinous expression on her face.
    â€œHands out, princess.”
    Slowly, she did so and he pushed her bracelets back then snapped the handcuffs he’d found around her wrists.
    â€œWow, kinky,” she said sarcastically. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
    He didn’t bother to respond, gripping her arm, steering her out of the bathroom and back into the main living area of the apartment.
    Over by the massive paneled windows was a black leather couch, and he pushed her down onto it. “Wait here.”
    She muttered something that was probably rude under her breath.
    He ignored it, picked up the purse she’d dropped on the ground and rummaged around inside it, finding her phone among a pile of receipts and all sorts of feminine shit. Taking it out, he quickly extracted the SIM card, dropped the phone onto the floor, and stepped on it. Hard.
    Glass cracked, electronics scattering everywhere.
    â€œYou asshole!” Violet had risen to her feet, staring at the broken piece of technology, fury stamped all over her pale, delicate features. “That was my phone!”
    Interesting. Her response was anger rather than fear. Another little fact to file away for future reference.
    â€œNot any more.” He pocketed the SIM card for flushing down the toilet later. “I’m going to have a shower and get cleaned up. So sit down, shut up, and if you’re very lucky, I might tell you what you’re doing here.”
    She did as she was told, but there were wild, blue sparks in her eyes.
    Again, interesting.
    He’d witnessed a few altercations that Violet had had with her parents, and her responses had always been of the ‘whatever, man’ variety. She’d never been as openly furious as she was now.
    As if, for a moment, he was seeing a different Violet.
    Or maybe what you’re seeing is the real Violet?
    â€œAsshole,” Violet repeated, her expression still furious.
    Christ, what did it matter what he was seeing? She was merely his hostage, and he didn’t give a shit what kind of person she was as long as she sat down, shut up, and did what she was told.
    Elijah ignored her, turning and heading back toward the bathroom.
    After he’d gotten rid of the SIM card, it took him a while to get clean, the pain making the shower a lesson in agony as he washed off the blood. Then he had to bind up the wound and get rid of his dirty, bloodstained clothes. It wasn’t until he pulled on a clean