Why is that vivid dream of us kissing sending hot electricity through my body? Why do I still remember the sensation of Finn’s touch?
“Finn…” I struggle to find the words.
Beep.
My heart is pounding.
The memory of his hands rolling me over in bed and his lips covering mine presses into me like a physical presence.
It felt so real.
But it obviously wasn’t.
There’s no way.
“Nothing.” I let out a deep sigh and push those feelings aside. “Did investigating your mom’s company reveal anything?”
“I’m not sure,” he says vaguely.
I check the terminal that’s synced to the last open portal. “I’m receiving even more errors on my end. They’re tightening security over there. I think your mom went even deeper underground. Whoever she’s hiding from must be really powerful.”
“Don’t think it’s a ‘who,’” Finn murmurs.
“Huh?”
He doesn’t repeat himself. “Go to sleep, J.”
“Wait. Finn,” I blurt before he hangs up.
Silence fills the other end of the line, but I can sense that he’s listening.
“I need some advice. What if…” I run my teeth along my bottom lip. “What if you find out that someone was lying about who they are? It’s someone you really,reallywant to trust, but all the evidence says that they might be a bad person. Would you dig deeper or let it go?”
Finn is quiet for a long time.
When he finally speaks, his voice is chillingly resolved. “If someone fooled me like that, I’d tear down every lie they told and expose it.”
“Oh—”
“And then I’d punish them myself.”
I shudder.
“Goodnight, J,” Finn says, his voice as quiet as a haunting.
“Goodnight, Finn.”
My watch beeps a warning as the dial tone flatlines in my ear.
Chapter Fifty-Five
J
I’m still not sure if Finn threatened me last night. Because it sounded like a threat, even though we were talking about a hypothetical.
And while, usually, that would result in me going into a frenzy to find out every secret of his so I can protect myself, I somehow don’t feel like Finn is my biggest enemy.
I lift my phone and stare at the text that Kelly sent me early this morning.
