gold.
He could be a poster boy for both realms. One moment heâs surrounded by darkness, the next heâs set free of the gloom. Radiant.
I lick my lips and ask, âHave you ever been in love?â
He gives me a strange look. âWhy do you want to know?â
âSimple curiosity.â
âThereâs nae such thing as simple curiosity. Either youâre analyzing me, or youâre interested in me.â
âAnalyzing,â I rush out. Yes, yes. Surely that .
âVery well. The answer is yes I have, but no, I wonât give you any other details. Unless youâre willing to trade? My life story for your agreement to sign with Myriad.â
Zero! Iâm beyond curious, but his price is too high. âYou have to tell me without strings. Weâre on a date, arenât we?â
âNo. Weâre on a death match.â
Right. âSo tell me about the girl, or Iâll scoop out your eyes with my spoon.â
âIâm pretty sure you ate your spoon.â
A statement I canât refute, considering I donât see the utensil anywhere.
Okay. Thatâs it. Wine and trust exercises make me stupid. Letâs put an end to this.
I push to my feet, sway just a little. I mean to say, Iâm sure weâve wasted enough of each otherâs time. Weâre parting ways. But he peers up at me, those long lashes teasing me, and what I end up saying is, âYou should probably shave your eyelashes. Theyâre distracting. Good night.â
âSit down, Ms. Lockwood,â Dr. Vans commands. âThe date isnât over.â
Killian snaps his teeth at the camera before he stands. He peers at me, his eyelids hooded, his lips pink and moistâheâs just run his tongue over them. âI could make you feel good, Ten. After you sober up.â And his voice...his voice is already in bed, naked and waiting for me.
I donât want a naked boy in bed, waiting for me. Do I?
Oh! Oh! And his scent. Peat smoke and heather wraps around me, a delicious smoke that joins the fog in my head.
âYou want to feel good...donât you?â Heâs practically purring.
I try not to shiver. I shiver a lot . The charmer is back, and heâs turned on high.
Turned on? Bad choice of phrase. What is wrong with me?
âI can make myself feel good,â I say and stop breathing. Please tell me I didnât just utter those words. âHow long will you make me feel good?â
âDoes it matter? Good is good.â
A nonanswer that is more telling than he probably realizes. Heâll hit and run, and Iâll be left to deal with yet another rejection. âIt matters, because I matter. To me! Youâll be done with me the moment I sign with Myriad. Well, Iâm going to tell you a secret, and you have to keep it.â I cup my hands around my mouth and whisper-yell, âI may never sign with one of the realms.â Take that, Vans.
Killianâs features twist in a glower. âWhy would you do that to yourself? Many Ends offers only pain and suffering.â
âMany Ends may not be real.â I push him away, but heâs strong and backs up only because he chooses. âI just want the freedom to make my own choice without interference. Thatâs all.â
âYou have freedom. You have freedom right now. You had freedom yesterday, and the day before and the day before that. No matter where you are or what youâre doing, you have freedom of choice. Youâre so afraid of making the wrong decision, youâre actually stagnant.â
Iâm now astounded. Heâthe evil charmerânailed it. I have the power to make my own decision any day...any second, but I havenât done it, because Iâve let my doubts become quicksand at my feet.
Needing to get away before I throw myself at him and hug him, I inch around him. âIâm going to think about what you said...tomorrow. Or maybe the day after.