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My god. He was frustratingly perceptive. With his onyx colored eyes drilling into mine I was almost compelled to tell him. Only, my name wasn’t all that common. That seemingly small piece of information could be the key to him figuring out everything else.
“I go by Star,” I repeated.
He tsked at me. “This game you’re playing… you won’t win.” The fencing rattled when he stepped away. He walked over to one of the boxes sitting on a table and began to dig inside.
After a minute, he withdrew a thick plaid throw.
“Here.” He effortlessly launched it over the top of the pen.
I reached up and caught it before it could land anywhere near the remaining water still making its way towards the drain.
“Thank you.” I examined the blanket closely. It wasn’t dirty from what I could tell, just old with a dusty smell.
“By the time I see you again, I’ll know all I need to. You sure you don’t want to make this easier on yourself?”
I responded by wrapping the throw around my body and taking a seat on the ground. Accepting this response without argument, he left. The overhead lights went off and the door slammed behind his departure.
After a few minutes of dim-lit darkness and silence, I berated myself for wishing he’d stayed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
If her name was Star, it was fitting.
I called bullshit, and I was rarely ever wrong. I wasn’t sure what to make of her. I could count on one hand the number of times someone piqued my interest enough for me to grant them any semblance of space inside my head. I was normally too busy to give a shit about anyone other than my family.
She had somehow secured a position without really trying. I could guarantee the last thing this girl wanted was to be the sole fixation of the devil.
With Cam dealing with his brother, Bella and Ice in their own worlds most of the time, and the acolytes eager to handle the majority of my simpler tasks, kidnapping this girl was the most excitement I’d had in over a month.
That was pathetically sad. Maybe I should catch someone to fuck with. Bloodshed could be good for the soul every now and then. A hunt never hurt, either. It would be a helluva lot more entertaining than watching Cam torture Butcher some more.
As I walked away from the storage room, I contemplated how I wanted to go about dealing with my new house guest.
“You get anything out of her?” Cam asked, appearing at the end of the hall as if I’d summoned him by thought.
I hadn’t seen him all morning. I didn’t know what time he’d called it quits the previous night, but his hair was damp and the bags beneath his eyes had gotten noticeably smaller, so at least he was still washing his ass and sleeping.
“Her name is ‘Star.’”
“Hm,” he grunted, staring in the direction of the storage room. “That tells us nothing.”
“Yeah, but her not knowing who I am lets us know a fuck ton more.”
“You think that’s why she wasn’t afraid of us?” he asked, falling in step beside me.
“No. I think she has a skewed perception of our world in general.”
Spotting Ice and Bella on the sectional in what made up the living room, I beelined for it.
“Finally,” Bella chirped when she noticed us. “Is she still alive?”
“You’d know if she wasn’t.”
Damn near bouncing on the balls of her feet, she moved from one end of the circular couch to the other.
“Okay, so, what are you going to do with her?”
I eyed her, biting back a smile. Her energy knew no bounds. It was good to see her spirit hadn’t been broken when she was taken. She reminded me more and more of our mom every day, but significantly less fucking insane. I meant that with the deepest love and respect regarding our mother.
