Quill
Present Day
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I’m sitting on the bed beside her, frozen in shock at hearing the absurd words coming out of her mouth.
“You killed my parents.” She pauses, licks her lips, starts again. “You killed my parents. You did, Quill. You killed my parents.”
Each time, she repeats the accusation more forcefully, as if daring me to deny it. But I merely stare at her.
“Didn’t you, Quill?” she asks, her voice taking on a begging quality. Begging me to prove that I didn’t, I guess.
But I’m not about to start trying to prove myself to the insect now.
I shrug then stand up and walk toward the door.
“Quill!” Her voice comes out loud and shrilly. “You didn’t, did you? Tell me you didn’t!”
Goddamnit, this girl is grating on my nerves. She doesn’t need me to tell her anything. She’s filling in the blanks of my silence for me. She’s so fucking talkative, I wouldn’t even need to be in the room for her to carry out a full conversation between the two of us.
I don’t know what it is that makes me want to pour a vat of bleach on myself everytime she opens her mouth. Or to stuff my cock in her throat and shut her up that way.
The latter option sounds a lot more appealing, but I’ve been around her far too much lately. I need to get away, because myaddiction is spiraling out of control.
I managed to survive the worst time of my life with a single rule.
Don’t let her see you.
My days were organized around her. Whenever I didn’t have Devil duty, I was on a plane to California. When I was stuck around Astley due to training or a contract, I kept my eyes glued to my phone screen, to the camera feeds I’d set up in her dorm and around her campus. It allowed me to feed my obsession without letting it eat me up.As long as she didn’t see me.
But that all changed when she woke up to me watching her at the hotel. She’s such a heavy sleeper, a snorer at that, that over the years, I’d stopped taking precautions. I could’ve literally had a three-course dinner in the same room as her, she wouldn’t have been any the wiser. But I guess her parents’ death bothered her enough that she wasn’t asleepquiteas deeply as usual, and she saw me.
And then, I didn’t have a choice with the rest, did I? I couldn’t exactly let her wander around Devil Tower and get herself killed. Maybe I didn’t have to fuck her while threatening her, but I’m only human.
The worst, most monstrous kind of human.
Anyway, what’s done is done, but right now, I need to get the hell out, or all my work keeping my obsession under control will have been for nothing.
Yet instead of doing the sane thing and leaving without another word, I turn back and say, “Why do you think I killed your parents?”
God fucking damnit. Out of all the things I could have said, an open-ended question was really the worst option. Give the insect an open-ended question, she’ll answer you with a fucking dissertation.
Sure enough, she takes a deep breath and opens her mouth.
Once more biting down on the urge to stuff it with my cock, I open the door determinedly. “Never mind,” I say gruffly. “Stay here. I’ll be back… in a bit.”
I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with this very bothersome ex I’ve accidentally kidnapped, but grabbing a roll of duct tape from the kitchen seems like a good first step.
“Wait, Quill!”
I clench my jaw, wondering what the hell is wrong with her for being so clingy with the guy she apparently has been thinking killed her parents, and who in any case has definitely done the kinds of things to her that no normal guy would do.
“If it’s not you,” she says, the words coming out in a jumble as I face away from her to grab the doorknob, “that means someone else killed my parents. Maybe I’m next on his list. I guess that doesn’t mean anything to you, though. Right? I mean, he killed my parents while I was in the freaking shower…”
Those last words cleave through my brain, which had been busy planning on gagging and binding her with the roll of duct tape and sticking her in the closet to deal with later. I’ve always been a bit of a procrastinator.
But now, the significance of her words crashes into me. I knew from what Liam and Dane had told me that the murderer and her had been in the same house. But while she was in theshower?
