“Did you, what?”
“Ruin it for you?”
“Yes.” It’s the truth because I’ll never feel the same way again. What pleasure I took before is gone, replaced with desires that are so foreign, I don’t know what to make of them.
Fiona frowns, which causes confusing feelings to stir.
“I guess we should go.” She looks around the dimly lit room. “There’s nothing here for us.”
A sudden urge to take her in my arms overwhelms me, but I maintain my poise. This doesn’t need to get any more confusing than it already is.
“Is there anything you care to take with you?”
“No. I got what I came here for, and so long as I live, I never wish to see this apartment again.”
Chapter 13
FIONA
Hunter is quiet in a way that’s unnerving.
In a way that makes my hair stand on end.
I didn’t expect him to be jovial after his kill, but his stoic persona makes him unreadable, and it has me on edge.
Speaking of murder, I still can’t believe my ex is dead.
That Hunter would do that for me.
Alright, maybe it’s not the big sacrifice I’m making it out to be. Hunter enjoys killing. If anything, I didhima favor, not the other way around.
Still, despite being a psychopath, he cares for me more than Brett ever did. Not in the emotional sense. But he makes sure I’m fed, warm, and sexually sated.
Now that I’ve enacted my revenge, I can finally put my past behind me. I can move on from being the broken girl I so clearly was.
If that’s even possible.
What if there’s no coming back from what I’ve gone through? What if there is no redemption? No healing? No peace?
Does Hunter ever think these thoughts? Does he ever wonder what normal feels like?
I don’t think he does.
I look over at him as he cleans his blades. So precise and methodical.
He must think so little of me.
I don’t blame him.
In a kinder world, we could have been something more to each other. Or perhaps nothing at all.
The stark reality exists that I’m nothing special to him. That he could leave me at any moment with no food, weapons, or shelter.
Or he could just kill me. That’s more his style.
Hunter looks out the window, surveilling the street below. “We should get going before it grows dark.”
“What happens now?” I blurt.
