Chapter 41 His Plaything

• He played with the silence, making her wait with shaky knees and cold feet, making her crumble while he watched her.
• His coldness wasn't anything anyone wanted to be crossed with, especially Maya Alfredo, whose warm innocence was about to be quenched by a monster who wouldn't give a damn if she died or not, as long as she obeyed him.
• He sighed, walking to the light switch and placing his hand on it. He looked at her, his hair falling over his face, that innocent look he kept hidden spreading over his face. "Why don't we answer this question in the dark, Maya?"