Now I’ve encountered him twice, and both times I’ve succumbed to thisotherstuff, that feels just as potent. Even more, in fact. The need for revenge mixes with thisdifferenthunger, and I become physically desperate for more than just vengeance.…
Obviously I know what’s going on.I’m not stupid.But it absolutelyisstupid as fuck that I’m feeling anything at all for this man, let alone this sort of ravenous yearning.
Not only is he an evil fucking monster, but I don’t even technicallyknowhim. Not conventionally, anyway. We’ve only met twice before last night.Twice, in twenty-two years. And one of those times, I was a damn infant.
We’ve barely even had an actual conversation. And yet he was falling the hell apart last night, on his knees,beggingme for…
Dios. Ayúdame.
And clearly, it’s not just him.I’vebehaved just as slutty and insatiable without having ever spent more than maybe one collectivehourface to face with the guy.
The hard truth that I’ve spent my entire adult life thinking about pretty much nothing but him is as depressing as it is infuriating. At least I can take heed in the fact that he’s evidently spent equally excessive amounts of time thinking about me. But regardless of whether his little show of longing last night was an act to get me to drop my guard again, or he is truly as affected by my physical presence as I seem to be by his, it still makes no sense. For either of us.
I’m beginning to worry that I’llneverbe able to kill him… Not if my body keeps betraying me like this. I’ve fumbled two attempts now. And you know what they say aboutfool me twice…
Shame shame shame on you, pajarito.
You’re an embarrassment to the Alvarez name…
Tu padre estaría muy defraudado.
Sighing out loud, I distract myself from my ardent thoughts by glancing around the inside of the cage. My lashes flutter in observation of thesetup, as it were. I’m just now noticing how elaborate it is in here…
Again,verydifferent from the tomb of despair I was in for weeks before the storm that broke Alabaster Penitentiary in half.
Damn, last night was crazy, in so many ways…
Thestormbecame another entity on this island, thriving on chaos and its own greedy agenda.
I hope Felix found his fiancé. I hope Luthor and Ren made it out okay.
I hope Velle is still fighting…
Sniffing, I peer through the bars, though I know it’s no use. You can’t see into the conservatory from over here. The cage is tucked away in this little alcove, basically at the very back ofthe mansion. Far enough away that I wouldn’t be able to hear anything happening inside.
Still, I listen for any sign that the storm is still raging. I believe it stopped. No thunder, rapid winds, or pelting rainfall on the skylight above my head.
What Idohear is gunfire, and I wonder what that means… For the prison, and the state of the island.
Giving the bars a good shake yields nothing but slight clanging, and I turn with a breath and a shake of my head.
Diablo… Eres loco, tu sabes?
I mean, look at this place, for fuck’s sake!
Inside the cage is bigger than any bedroom I’ve had in years, and decorated with actualfurniture. The bed I woke up in—a queen, I think—is remarkably comfy and draped in some of the most luxurious linens I’ve ever touched.
There’s a table with a lamp, one of those big, squishy Love Sac-type seats, and a dresser, which seems odd. I’m about to go snooping when something shiny catches my eye across the cage. The bars at the back are part of a stone wall, literally built into the rest of the house. But there’s some shiny metal in the middle that looks like a doorknob.
Rushing over, I grab it, eyes widening when it turns.
Holy shit… A door!
Pushing it open too fast, I tumble through into darkness.
“Shit…” I mumble.I can’t see anything…
Feeling around, I locate a light switch, and as soon as I flick it, I gasp out loud.
