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I gave him a blank look. “Guy?”
“Last night you said some things,” he clarified.
“Have no idea what you’re talking about because it wasn’t a guy—it was a girl.”
He froze and gave me his full attention. “You like women?”
His tone didn’t convey whether this bothered him or not—not that I would give a shit either way, but I didn’t want to start a 101 about my sexuality either.
“The only thing I like is you.”
My answer seemed to placate him for the time being because he went back to smashing bodies. It didn’t dawn on me that there were at least twelve people in the large ditch and majority weren’t from The Order until a redhead’s body shifted into corpse oblivion.
“Who are these people?”
“Not sure, to be honest. Some are from The Order, obviously; some are from our beds.” He didn’t look at me once when he answered.
“So you mess with a woman and then put her in your pit of bodies after you’re done with her?”
“You mean when I actually touch a woman, yes, but that isn’t always the case. The redhead all the way to the right tried to climb in my bed after leaving Grimm’s. I snapped her neck.”
“Okay, that’s understandable, but what about the others? Why wouldn’t you just let them go?”
“Once someone has been touched by me and gotten to experience the tumultuous life-altering experience that is my dick, there is no letting them go.”
“Did you really just call your cock life changing?”
“I called it life-altering. You know it’s true because I can see you changing too, and you’ve only had the sample edition.”
The intensity of his gaze had me looking back down at the body pit and rubbing the back of my neck.
Was I changing? I didn’t feel any different, but maybe he could see things I couldn’t. He did call me beautiful when I didn’t even consider myself pretty.
Aware he was watching me in the annoying testy way he always did, I crossed my arms to keep them from making any nervous movements. Meeting his eye, I swallowed and adjusted my stance.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? For that to happen, I’d have to let you go. So no, baby, I’m not going to kill you. I’m just going to make you wish I had. I’m going to hurt you real fucking bad.”
He didn’t say another word to me. He poured a canister of gasoline on the bodies and we watched them burn.
I didn’t have artillery strong enough to win a fight against a man who was severely unhinged.
His vast mood swings made me feel as insane as he was.
I decided to give everyone around me a large berth so I could reflect and think for once. I needed to reestablish order in my madhouse of thoughts. My chosen method of self-therapy was taking a hot shower and letting my mind wander.
I’d gone from a life of dull repetition to one of resonant uncertainty in the blink of an eye. Looking forward, I saw nothing, had no idea where my life was going. Looking backward, I saw routine, knowing exactly what to expect every day I woke up.
I had to remind myself why I was here. I had come here for answers and I had them. I had come here because I was struggling to find myself and, in the midst of my struggles, I found Romero.
I started adding what if questions to certain scenarios. Cool air rushed into the cubicle, replaced by the heat of Romero’s naked body as he stepped inside behind me. Surprising myself, I calmly turned around to face him.
His perfectly styled hair came undone and curled up at the ends. He palmed it back and looked over every inch of my body. “You’re fucking exquisite.”
“Is it dinner time already?”
“It’s noon—close enough.”
