you.”
“ And if he hurts you, do I have permission to destroy him?”
“ No. This is my choice, not yours.”
“ Fair and responsible to a fault. It's very endearing.”
“ Keep being a creep, and you're going to have to move me to the bathroom so I don't hurl all over your mama's living room.”
He gives me a contemplative stare, before standing, saying, “Right. Let's go. The sooner we get you there, the sooner you can kill me. And we can finally end this infernal misery.”
Chapter 15
I am such an idiot. I wasn't thinking fast enough. Right in the garage is the betraying Dodge Viper. If I'd only asked Dustin to look in the garage, I'd be with him now, instead of the Lethal Freak.
This time though, if he's telling the truth, which I think he is, I'll be close enough to Dustin to run to him, when my legs finally decide to come back to life.
Starting the Viper, reversing it out the garage not blocked by my car, music drowns out any attempt I'd have for interrogation.
Okay, I'm patient.
Using the journey to study him, noting we are taking the same route Dustin took, I watch him relaxing in his seat as if he was sitting in front of the TV, instead of driving an insanely fast throaty Dodge at a murderous speed.
He's too confident. I wonder how he'd like it if I broke his heart? He's intent on ruining my happiness. Well two can play at that game.
“ It's the injection you gave me, isn't it?”
He's too close, putting me down in his monochrome living room. I'm trying to distract myself by staying mentally alert.
“Hmmm?”
Sitting next to me, I now wish I hadn't said anything. He has one arm pinned either side of my legs, paused in his movement to answer me.
“That's why your name works when I'm with you. It's the infection,” I explain.
His eyes deepen, making the lightning flecks in them brighter.
“It's a long story. And in this, I'll admit I am being entirely selfish. Yes, I have tried to engineer your flight response around me, because when you flee, you're impossible to find.”
His focus is sharpening on my lips, “Your fight response, I left intact. I just needed to make sure you wouldn't run away. How else do I ever get you to sit still long enough to have a conversation?”
“A conversation, huh?” I arch my eyebrows, doing the sarcastic 'teeth on lip' suck.
His chuckle is delicious.
“You are astute. Far too astute.”
Moving again, he looks at the hearth; it flares to life with snaps and spits.
What the hell?
“ What would you like to drink? A hot drink, or alcohol?”
He's standing, winged black eyebrows shadowing his eyes into hollows because the lighting is so low in here.
“Coffee would be great, but I doubt I'd want to drink it through a straw.”
Smiling widely at me, his teeth are really white in comparison to his resin skin tone. Erra suits him. Erik was nothing to look at. When I don't want to kill him, he actually has a very nice smile.
“I'll give you a small amount of antidote to counteract the effects of your sedation.”
“ Shoot, you're so dang kind to me. You wouldn't stand a chance against me lucid and adrenalized.”
He loses the smile, twinkles flaring in the hollows of his eyes, “That's what I'm counting on.”
With him stalking away, I'm left alone to study raw stone walls, luxurious cream carpet, low slung couches, and interesting implements on the walls. You'd think they were ranch inspired, but the bridles aren't bridles, the metal hoops aren't from tackle, they're something else. This room is so spacious you could do two cartwheels without touching sides.
The fire crunches and flares, drawing my attention back to the hearth. How did he do that?
The windows reach the floor, and he's got a seriously big telescope aiming out into the night.
Voyeur.
A shadow darts through the arch, snaring my attention. He's walking toward me, having changed out of Erik's trousers, and back into snug black. Hmm, I can smell
“ And if he hurts you, do I have permission to destroy him?”
“ No. This is my choice, not yours.”
“ Fair and responsible to a fault. It's very endearing.”
“ Keep being a creep, and you're going to have to move me to the bathroom so I don't hurl all over your mama's living room.”
He gives me a contemplative stare, before standing, saying, “Right. Let's go. The sooner we get you there, the sooner you can kill me. And we can finally end this infernal misery.”
Chapter 15
I am such an idiot. I wasn't thinking fast enough. Right in the garage is the betraying Dodge Viper. If I'd only asked Dustin to look in the garage, I'd be with him now, instead of the Lethal Freak.
This time though, if he's telling the truth, which I think he is, I'll be close enough to Dustin to run to him, when my legs finally decide to come back to life.
Starting the Viper, reversing it out the garage not blocked by my car, music drowns out any attempt I'd have for interrogation.
Okay, I'm patient.
Using the journey to study him, noting we are taking the same route Dustin took, I watch him relaxing in his seat as if he was sitting in front of the TV, instead of driving an insanely fast throaty Dodge at a murderous speed.
He's too confident. I wonder how he'd like it if I broke his heart? He's intent on ruining my happiness. Well two can play at that game.
“ It's the injection you gave me, isn't it?”
He's too close, putting me down in his monochrome living room. I'm trying to distract myself by staying mentally alert.
“Hmmm?”
Sitting next to me, I now wish I hadn't said anything. He has one arm pinned either side of my legs, paused in his movement to answer me.
“That's why your name works when I'm with you. It's the infection,” I explain.
His eyes deepen, making the lightning flecks in them brighter.
“It's a long story. And in this, I'll admit I am being entirely selfish. Yes, I have tried to engineer your flight response around me, because when you flee, you're impossible to find.”
His focus is sharpening on my lips, “Your fight response, I left intact. I just needed to make sure you wouldn't run away. How else do I ever get you to sit still long enough to have a conversation?”
“A conversation, huh?” I arch my eyebrows, doing the sarcastic 'teeth on lip' suck.
His chuckle is delicious.
“You are astute. Far too astute.”
Moving again, he looks at the hearth; it flares to life with snaps and spits.
What the hell?
“ What would you like to drink? A hot drink, or alcohol?”
He's standing, winged black eyebrows shadowing his eyes into hollows because the lighting is so low in here.
“Coffee would be great, but I doubt I'd want to drink it through a straw.”
Smiling widely at me, his teeth are really white in comparison to his resin skin tone. Erra suits him. Erik was nothing to look at. When I don't want to kill him, he actually has a very nice smile.
“I'll give you a small amount of antidote to counteract the effects of your sedation.”
“ Shoot, you're so dang kind to me. You wouldn't stand a chance against me lucid and adrenalized.”
He loses the smile, twinkles flaring in the hollows of his eyes, “That's what I'm counting on.”
With him stalking away, I'm left alone to study raw stone walls, luxurious cream carpet, low slung couches, and interesting implements on the walls. You'd think they were ranch inspired, but the bridles aren't bridles, the metal hoops aren't from tackle, they're something else. This room is so spacious you could do two cartwheels without touching sides.
The fire crunches and flares, drawing my attention back to the hearth. How did he do that?
The windows reach the floor, and he's got a seriously big telescope aiming out into the night.
Voyeur.
A shadow darts through the arch, snaring my attention. He's walking toward me, having changed out of Erik's trousers, and back into snug black. Hmm, I can smell
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