“What about the dead guy?” He recalled overhearing those girls talking about that. “The student? He went to our school.”
“Are you asking if he died because he was linked to me or are you asking if I murdered him, Rabbit?”
“I’m not sure.” He’d really only brought it up to keep the conversation from leading back to himself and his misplaced feelings. “Either? Both?”
“My enemies would only bother coming after those I care about,” Baikal clipped. “And currently that number sits at two. You’re the only one at that university that matters to me.”
“Why?”
“I saw you and I just knew.” Void lifted a single shoulder as if that explained everything.
“Knewwhat?” Rabbit didn’t get it. Maybe he never would.
He sighed and got to his feet. “I knew you’d be mine,” he said, and then his gaze hardened. “And so you are. That’s non-negotiable. It’s a fact. You belong to me, little bunny. My tiny little obsession. Nothing and no one is going to take you from me.”
Rabbit’s hands tightened in the material of the comforter all over again. The absoluteness in Void’s eyes was alarming. That wasn’t what they’d discussed, and it didn’t sound like he was being dramatic or extreme just for the heck of it.
But he had to be, right? Because this whole thing had started with Void wanting to fuck him, plain and simple. Once he got that, got what he wanted, they’d go their separate ways.
And then, only then, would they both be truly safe.
From the monster he called mother.
“If I want to go?” Rabbit asked, his voice shaking slightly despite his bravado. “If I want to walk away and I want this to end?”
Baikal stared him down silently for such a long time, he was starting to squirm, but then he gave a slight shake of his head, the move almost imperceptible. “No one stops me from getting what I want, Rabbit. Not even you.”
He opened his mouth but the warning look he received had him closing it almost immediately.
“Enough,” Baikal started for the door, “I’m going to get you something to eat. I somehow doubt you’ve been taking care of yourself in my absence this past week. You look pale and weaker than usual.”
“That’s because some psycho drugged me,” he countered.
“Oh?” He turned at the door and quirked a brow. “So you’re saying you had a full stomach when that happened?”
Rabbit glanced away with a scowl.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Where were you?” he blurted. He didn’t want to, but the curiosity was getting to him and he had to know.
“Did you miss me that much?”
“No.”
Baikal grunted. “Perhaps I should call you little liar instead.”
“Weren’t you leaving?” Rabbit snapped.
“Yes, unfortunately, you can’t survive on just chocolate and come. As much as I wish otherwise.” He winked. “Wait for me. Don’t wander.”
“Whatever.”
“I mean it.”
“So do I. I don’t even know where I am.”
“I thought that was obvious,” Baikal said, pausing to keep him in suspense on purpose. The bastard. “You’re in my home, little bunny. I’ve got you well and truly trapped.”
