Chapter 96: Evil Uncle

"You'd kill me?" Her whisper echoed in the living room.

They stared at each other. Including the times he'd come to her house, she'd known him now for more than a year and still she couldn't read him.

He didn't move a muscle or show any emotion but something rolled off him in waves. The kind of something that activated every survival instinct she had.

"You do not make me angry," he said at last.

The smart thing would be to back off and talk to him when she didn't get the feeling he suppressed a volcano of dangerous emotion. But who wanted to be smart? She put her hands on her hips and tapped her toe.

"So you seriously expect me to have a relationship with you?"

"Yes."

"A relationship where I cower and compromise, and you act like an arrogant jerk and expect me to take it lying down."

"Why would you lie down?"

She threw her hands up in the air and stared up at the ceiling. "Give me strength."