He looks in my direction. “We go back to the place I have set up.”
“You’re taking me back with you?”
“That was the plan.”
I nod, but deep down, I feel unsure of my place in this world.
“Did you think I was going to leave you here?” he asks.
“I…I don’t know what I thought. I’m confused.”
“Are you having regrets?”
“Regrets?”
“Revenge isn’t for everyone. Or perhaps it’s the torture that doesn’t sit right with you.”
I downcast my eyes. “That…not it.”
“Then come on. If we stay here much longer, we’ll be stuck with a rotting corpse until morning.”
As I walk to the door, my entire body begins to tremble.
“Are you going to be sick?” Hunter asks.
“No!”
He grabs a large bowl from a cabinet and brings it to me. “It’s okay if you are.”
I go to push it away, but I lose my balance and fall to the floor.
What’s gotten into me? What have I become.
Afraid. I’d once traveled the world of dead on my own, relying on no one. I could make it on my own if I had to. I don’t need him.
But I do.
I desperately do.
My heart triple beats in my chest as chaos threatens to steal my mind.
He’s going to grow bored of me.
And then what?
This can’t go on forever. He’s going to leave me.
Or kill me.
Tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision. Hunter’s arms wrap around me.
“It’s okay,” he whispers ever so softly. “I got you.”
This doesn’t make sense. He’s not empathetic. He’d never offer me comfort. Only vengeance.
Which is just as sweet.
“What…do you need from me?” His voice is strained, like he doesn’t know what to say.
