We’re still trying to figure out how she found you, though.
That hits wrong. I make an aggravated sound in the back of my throat as I consider hurling my phone across the apartment. Instead, I let my irritation bleed into HimLock.
Eris:
So I’m a possession now?
A new toy of yours she wants to break?
Locke:
No.
You’re the one thing she’ll never understand.
And that makes you dangerous.
Dangerous.
Not frightened.
Not prey.
Not fragile.
Dangerous.
I’m unclear whether that’s a compliment or a warning.
But maybe it’s manipulation.
I am clear about one thing, though…
Someone from their past walked right up to me in broad daylight and looked me over like she already had plans for me.
And the men hiding behind the HimLock app still won’t tell me the truth.
“Dangerous.” I scoff at the camera in the corner of my living room. “Is that what you want?”
I should like that word. At any other time, I would preen over it. But right now it feels like a misdirection. Like they’re defending themselves, not me.
My fingers hover for a minute too long, and my impulsive thumb hits send before I’m ready.
Eris:
Tell me the truth.
Fuck it.
Let’s push.
Eris:
About her.
About you.
About everything.
