Chapter 28

Kay. Something told me I couldn't trust this guy; I was always suspicious of him, and here we are. Getting off my bike, I walk to him, making sure the dagger is safe behind my back, and he watches my every step, anticipatingly. Men are so easy. I stand right in front of him and lift my hand to trace my index finger on the rose; the boy shivers under my touch. Really Rico? "I didn't know you liked roses," I whisper, looking into his brown eyes curiously, while they stare back at me in amusement. I know he didn't expect me this close to him. "I prefer the dark ones, princess, it's the colour of my heart," he whispers, smirking. I have no doubt his heart is darker than hell. Everyone knows, and I'm aware of that. "I see," I bring my gaze back to his neck, but instead of my finger, he's startled by the sharp, cold metal. The smirk on his lips disappears and is replaced by a frown, while his eyes hold confusion. "So, if you wanted us to share the love of the black roses, Rico, you could hav