A date with who???
LOL No one you know, sis. Just a girl I met in class.
What’s her name?
Cadence.
That’s a pretty name.
A pretty name for a pretty girl.
!!! Come on, little brother. You’ve got to give me more than that.
No. I don’t. Night, Luni. I’ll tty tomorrow.
I frowned downat the screen. Fine.
The bedroom door opened, and I looked up to find Tristan in the doorway. For a moment, my heart forgot to beat, and I went hot and cold a few times before I stuck to hot.
He was wearing a white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, black slacks, and dress shoes. No jacket. As always, his appearance was impeccable. The scent of a waterfallin a dark forest drifted to my nose, and my lower stomach tightened in response.
His eyes immediately went to the phone in my hand, and I answered the unspoken question I saw there. “I was just texting my brother. Checking in.”
“And how is he?”
“He’s on a date,” I told him in disbelief.
“Is that so hard to imagine?”
I sighed and glanced down at the phone again before setting it in on the bathroom sink. “I guess not,” I admitted as I came back out into the cell. He was still standing in the doorway. “Where’ve you been?”
He didn’t answer right away. “I had some things to deal with.”
“That’s what Enzo said. What kind of things?”
Sliding his hands into the front pockets of his black slacks, he studied me in that intensive way he had. His eyes didn’t seem quite as lifeless as they had when I’d first met him, or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Can you try?” I told myself I was only asking because I was so damn bored, but in some small, hidden part of me, I knew that wasn’t true. He seemed upset, and it bothered me. Not that he gave any physical indication. It was more of a feeling I had.
He looked away for a moment before bringing his eyes back to me. “You told me the night I brought you here that you bit Gino to get away from him.”
The terror of that night slammed into me out of nowhere, and my eyes filled with tears as I wrapped my arms around myself,suddenly cold despite the leggings and long-sleeved shirt I was wearing. I blinked them away. A reaction that wasn’t missed by Tristan. “Yeah.”
“Where did you bite him?”
I frowned. “Where? We were in my room.”
“No. On his body. Where did you bite him?”
Gino’s roar of pain filled my ears, and I could suddenly taste the salty copper of his blood on my tongue. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
He took another step toward me. “What was he doing, Luna, when you bit him?”
I shook my head.Nothing I want to talk about.“I told you, he had a gun.”
“Did he have his cock in your mouth?”
Pushing stray hairs off my face nervously, I didn’t answer him. Was this why he’d been ignoring me? Did he feel some strange sense of betrayal because he’d snacked on my pussy a few times?
