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“I’m hungry.”
“Fine. Cook dinner. Then go to bed.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” But the way he says that word makes it sound like something dangerous.
“Lynx …”
He grabs a hoodie and tugs it over his head, then moves to his wall with the knives on it.
“Okay, you don’t need those for nothing. What are you planning?”
He takes down a knife that he inspects before strapping it under his shirt. “Go to bed, Sasha.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Lynx.”
That makes him cackle, but it’s a chilling type. No amusement. “I have business to see to.”
“What kind of business?”
He doesn’t answer me.
“Does this have something to do with Antonio?”
A feral smile crosses his face. “I’m simply paying my new friend a visit.”
Panic grips me. “Don’t. You can’t.”
He takes down another knife.
“I’m serious. He’s dangerous.”
“So am I.”
“Lynx—”
“We’re just going to have a little chat.” He pulls his hood up over his head, eyes glowing with something unhinged and unreachable. “Sweet dreams, rabbit.”
“Lynx—”
But he’s out the door before I can list all the reasons this idea is fucking stupid. Knives are no match for Antonio’s guns. And what’s Lynx going to say to him? That he’s angry Antonio abused me? I consented to everything. I might not have liked it, but I didn’t say no; I was too addicted to the power.
I’m just as messed up as he is.
Frustration curls in my gut that I don’t know my way around well enough to follow him and drag him back here. He’s already disappeared, and I know if I try to chase him, I’m just going to get lost in this forsaken town.
I’m stuck here.
Hoping Lynx returns.
And feeling every bit as vulnerable and helpless as he’s always saying I am.
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