Chapter 8

CARTER's pov

It was always there, her, Alvira, in my head, occupying my thoughts. She always slipped in without my knowledge, staying longer than I had expected.

But I pushed the thoughts of that away, telling myself that it was because I was on a mission with her that was why I was always thinking of her. Her green eyes, innocent and expressive, bothered me.

I remembered how I felt everything I looked into those eyes. They were always innocent, like a window into something pure, and something that would soon be broken.

The uncertainty drew me in, there was the thrill of watching as she broke bit by bit in my hands, on her knees at my mercy, completely used. Somehow, that stirred something deep and unexpected within me.

As our last meeting played in my mind, I reached for my coffee. I took a sip of the dark bitter liquid as my mind wandered to how she had quickly opened up to me, seeking comfort while contemplating whether to trust me or not.

It was amusing that she thought that s