C27 Twenty seven

CIARA

"Let go of my hands, Hayes," I snapped, my voice shaking from the heat but my spine staying solid.

"Why?" Hayes growled, his black eyes staring straight into mine, his grip on my wrists tightening against the dark wood of the table. "So you can grab that silver dagger in your waistband? Or so you can pull me closer?"

"Try me and find out," I hissed