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Ice hit my pores as the fluff turned to goo.
“And now?” he pressed.
“Weight,” I replied. “It feels heavy. Muddy. Sticky.” I stared off, almost grossed out by it. “It’s suffocating. Like I’m buried.”
He nodded. “There’s not much that’s bad for you, done in moderation. Some water is necessary for plants to thrive. Too much kills them.”
Holding my eyes, he gripped my wrists again, pinning me to the dirt.
“You want tools?” he asked. “To fix… hinges?”
I stared at him, not liking the gleam in his eyes.
“You came out here to get tools for broken hinges you didn’t see until you… came out here.” He stared at me, the ghost of a smile crossing his face. “You can have all the tools you like, Emory. In moderation.”
I swallowed the golf ball in my throat as he continued to hold my hands and my eyes.
He knew I was full of shit.
He knew it the moment I walked out here. Did he know about my stash?
I clenched my teeth, keeping my nerves in check, but he cocked his head, eyeing me curiously.
“Did you grow up with an addict?” he asked.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I can usually spot liars fairly easily. They keep their explanations vague, fidget, break eye contact… You’ve had practice.”
“I’m not lying about why I need the tools.”
“You are,” he retorted calmly. “But that’s okay. I like being played with. In moderation.”
Chills spread over my skin, and my pulse kicked up a notch in my chest, but then… something brushed the tip of my finger underneath the soil.
I jerked. “What was that?”
But he held me down, warning me, “I wouldn’t move.”
What?
Something slithered over my fingers under the dirt, and I froze, unable to breathe.
I pulled against his hold, but he pushed me back in as his piercing gaze pinned me, the smooth body under the soil thick and never-ending.
It was long. It wasn’t a worm.
I gulped, whispering. “Is that a snake?”
“One of them.”
One of them? I darted my eyes around the plant bed, trying to spot others. There was a clear, plastic wall around the garden, the panel in front of us removed so Aydin could work.
“Who was the addict in your family?”
“
Huh?”
