Exclusive Sneak Peek at Delicate Poison - A Dark Romance
- Melissa K. Morgan

- Feb 26
- 2 min read
*MATURE CONTENT WARNING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*
Copyright 2026 Melissa K. Morgan
Normally, I don’t like to include myself in petty errands. Especially ones where kidnapping is set to occur on top of breaking and entering. That’s grunt work reserved for the ones skilled in their division. However, I’m actually grateful for the change of pace. I’ve grown bored of getting my hands dirty with torture and interrogation. I also decided to refrain from informing Harlen of my plans for once. It’s nice to break away from the monotony a bit. It’s nice to break the doorframe of a glitzy apartment too.
The guard stationed outside the door tried and failed to stop us. The soldier I brought with me, Franky, immediately apprehends the bastard. He pins his arms behind his back before dragging him inside. I approach slowly, keeping my face concealed other than my eyes. The gaiter is to ensure no camera in the hall, or this asshole, will identify me right away. I’d prefer a brief head start when taking Astor’s ‘little beauty’ captive.
“You’re going to die for that!” he grits out before I backhand him just for fun, causing him to fall to his knees.
Crouching to look him in the eyes, I shake my head. “She will die for not minding her own business.” Rising, I add, “You will if you tell anyone we were here. Understand me?” He glares at me, struggling to break Franky’s hold. “Tie him up,” I say before heading down a hallway toward a closed door.
“She’s not here!” he bellows.
“That obviously means she is,” I mutter before kicking open the door.
The first thing I notice upon entering the bedroom and flicking on the light is an empty bed with a quilt strewn atop as if someone rose in a hurry. Then I observe two closed doors. The first is a closet that’s unfortunately empty. I hadn’t anticipated kicking in so many fucking doors tonight. Annoyance elevating, I slam my steel toed boot into the wood of the next door before switching the light on quickly. That’s when I see her, standing near the glass shower with a mean looking knife white knuckled in her grip. She’s defensive for all of a few moments until her gaze falls to my feet, slowly crawling back up. I smile at her beneath my face covering, noting the way her plump lips part and those unique eyes flash in recognition when they meet mine again. Quick as lightning, Maryn lunges for me with her blade extended in front of her, aiming for my fucking chest. Grabbing her wrist, I twist her arm behind her back, stepping into her body until she’s backed against the shower wall. Her chest rises against mine as I squeeze until the knife falls to the tiled floor. Her free hand lifts to push at my chest so I quickly switch hands to hold each of her wrists, forcing her arms up above her head. Dipping my chin, I press my forehead against hers, keeping her from headbutting me because something tells me she might try it.
“Easy, Slayer. No need to take my life just yet.”





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