That’s right. Youlikehim, but the rest of uslovehim.
I bang my hand on my forehead, telling the voices to shut up. I’m already shocked about my earlier callousness. I don’t need them making me feel worse. Although I will admit, I liked the part where they admitted they love Dexter too.
I just hope he isn’t mad at you. Who wants to marry a psychopath?
Marry?I reply to the kind voice in my head.Do you think he wants to marry me?
I can’t see her. Hell, I can barely hear her through the ruckus of screams in my head, but I swear I see her nod. Her agreeing response pleases me greatly, so much so I consider her suggestion that I medicate before it’s too late.
He wants to love you, but not even Daddy could love you without medication.
I want to tell her to shut up and call her a lying bitch, but in all honesty, nothing she said is a lie. My father didn’t associate with me until I was heavily sedated for the first time. He said the medication makes the holes in my head not as obvious, that they siphon out some of the goop, but Dexter said the medication is what makes me stupid, so I really don’t know what to do.
Lucky for me, I don’t have access to anything anyway. Dexter tossed my prescription into the marshland bordering the road.
I bet we could find some.
I usually like this voice in my head. She’s the only one who’s nice to me, but today, she’s more annoying than helpful.
See?She whispers like she doesn’t want the other voices to hear her when an orange canister falls out of the pocket of a jacket I yanked out of Dexter’s closet.I knew there would be some here somewhere.As I roll the pills in the canister back and forth, she adds a final plea to her campaign.It will make the rest of them quiet, then it will be just Dexter, you, and me.
I’d rather it just be Dexter and me, but one competitor will always be greater than five, so instead of listening to the alarm bells sounding in my head, I listen to the voice instead.
One dose won’t change much.
Not badly anyway.
“What’s with the dresses?”
When I drift my eyes from the scenery whizzing by my window to Dexter, I catch his scan of my dress for the third time in the past hour. We’ve been traveling down a dusty road the past two hours. Although most of Dexter’s handsome face is covered by a low-riding cap, and a scruffy chin is hiding his cut jaw, we still need to be cautious. Our last victim’s body only showed weeks of abuse. Mine has the marks of someone abused from birth. It isn’t something that’s easily replicated.
“I get the ease of access, and they’re as feminine as it comes, but it would be lucky to be twenty out. You’d have to be cold.”
I shake my head. I don’t feel the cold like normal people because I’d rather be cold than covered with blisters.
“Did your father not want a girl? Is that what it was? Were you defying him?”
My brows scrunch as I contemplate his questions. I started wearing dresses simply because they were the only clothes I had access to, but as the middle-of-the-night visits to our ranch increased and our access to funds plumped out with them, I could have switched things up. I just didn’t. I don’t know why.
With a grunt, I wave my hand over the bag of clothes I packed in a hurry, wordlessly announcing I can get changed if he wants me to. I’ll do anything he wants. I don’t want to be in trouble. Especially since I stole another kill from him, and we won’t mention my little slip-up earlier.
I thought medicating would lessen the voices, but all it did was triple them.
Dexter peers at me with quirked lips. He will never admit it, but I know he was planning to kill the woman in the attic. He rambled about her several times during his paralysis, commenting how she was a similar height and build to me and that by pretending she was me, we could make it to Ravenshoe before they’d realize they’re still searching for two perps.
It was a brilliant plan that was almost ruined by jealousy.
My outrage wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t hold back my anger for a second longer. She was touching Dexter like Lucy did, but I wasn’t close enough to kick her away, so I had to come up with another way to get her to stop.
The salt lamp wasn’t the best solution, but it stopped her from touching Dexter, and since that was my goal, I don’t feel sorry about what I did. I’d do it again if it’s the only way to keep people’s grubby hands off Dexter.
He is mine, and I’ll kill anyone who says any different. Even the snarky voices in my head giggling about how much trouble I’ll be in when Dexter finds out I borrowed some of his outdated medication. I tried to bring them up the instant they started riling me, but no matter how hard I shoved my fingers down my throat, I didn’t gag. My fingers aren’t as long as Dexter’s cock, so they didn’t come close to the back of my throat.
“Megan…” Dexter growls in a gravelly tone, drawing my focus to him. “You’re giving me that look again. The one I warned you about.” I almost drop my eyes to my hands balled in my lap. Only ‘almost’ because as fast as panic settles in, I remember when Dexter warned me to keep my thoughts to myself. It was before we knew we’d been duped, before I found out that your one true love is meant to love you back.
It was before I killed his father and gave him my virginity, so I can look at him like that now because he is mine, and I am his.
Forever.
