“It’s you…” I gasp.
His grin widens. “Nice to hear he still talks about me. I think about our time together often too.”
If Killian has told me anything about this man, it’s that he feeds off fear like a vampire feeds off blood.
I lift my chin, steeling myself, not giving him a single drop he can leech off of. “Your time together? You mean the times you repeatedly raped him?”
“It seems we haveverydifferent recollectionsof the past.” He’s a psychopath, he has to be. He doesn’t believe what he did to Killian was wrong at all.
“How could they let you out? Monsters like you should be rotting behind bars.”
“I have your daddy to thank for that.”
I still at the mention of my father. “What does he have to do with this?”
“We go way back, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be.”
Why would my father help release him from prison?
“Why am I here? Didn’t you do enough yesterday when you tried to kill us?”
“That was me having a little fun. It would’ve been a bit anticlimactic to kill you both before Killian and I had the chance to reunite, don’t you think?”
“Look, if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”
“Oh, no no no…” He drops to a crouch in front of me, touching his finger to the cut to my eyebrow from the accident yesterday. “I’m not gonna kill you. Notyet. Me and Killian have some unfinished business, and you’re gonna help me tidy up a few loose ends. We’re gonna have some fun first while we wait for him to join us.”
“Judging by your definition of fun, I’d rather you put me out of my misery.”
“If I do that, I can’t make him watch me kill the one person he loves the most.”
He is going to kill me. He’s just biding his time, waiting for Killian to find me before he does it.
A wave of nausea rolls through me but I hold it off, breathing in deep through my nose and out through my mouth.
“Can I… Can I have some water, please?” I ask, hoping it’s enough to stave off the nausea.
“Of course.” He leaves the room, giving me the perfect opportunity to scope the room, trying to find something,anythingthat can help me protect myself should I need to, or something to help me escape this place.
There’s nothing.
I wonder if the bathroom has anything. A razor blade, maybe?
The floorboards creak as he climbs the stairs, returning to the room with a glass of water.
He holds it out in front of me, tipping back the glass enough for me to take a sip, the water soothingly my dry throat.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I announce. It’s not a total lie, I doreallyneed to pee but it will give me the perfect chance to see if there’s anything I can use.
He crosses the room, cutting my wrists from around my back held together by tape. He then frees my feet before rebinding my wrists at my front. He snags my left pinkie and tugs sharply, making me yelp. “Try something stupid, we’ll start with this one and work our way across until there’s none left. Okay?”
I gulp. Nodding.
He leads me to the small bathroom next door, shoving me inside and shutting the door behind us, leaning back against it with his arms crossed.
“Y—You’re just gonna stand there and watch me?”
“Oh yes.” He smirks, like it amuses him.
