I glare up at him from my seat. “My answer is still no.”
His face darkens too much to my liking. “Then you rot in jail for the rest of your life.”
“I might actually kill you for this,” I reply.
He snorts. “I’m impressed. After all this time, everything we did, you still want to erase me just to keep your plans safe.”
I smile when I catch him stealing a look at my boobs. “And you’re still obsessed with me.”
He puts his hand down on the table to lean in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “You’re a criminal. You deserve this.”
“And you’re in love with a criminal.”
His hand reaches for my face, fingers gently picking the lost strands of hair off my face, and the sudden softness catches me off guard. “I could’ve given you the justice you seek, if you’d only trusted me from the beginning when I found you in the forest.”
Streaks of blood flash in front of my eyes.
A car.
A knife.
The two men in surgical masks.
The hazy sight of an operating table.
My arms, strapped.
My screams, filling the void.
No one will hear.
I blink. Once. Twice.
“Don’t.”
He curls the strand of hair around his finger. “Is that why you’re hunting them? Are those men who wronged you?”
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six faces.
One the worst of them all.
“Stop,” I hiss.
“What happened to you, Sunny? Who left you there all alone in that forest, bleeding to death?” he whispers near my ear.
“They deserved to die,” I hiss at him.
He stares at me from a hair’s breadth away. “So you killed them.”
What does it matter?
They’re gone. Erased from this world.
Except one.
A single tear rolls down my cheek, and he picks it up with his index finger and brings it to his mouth, sucking on the droplet like it turns him on.
“I know what you are.” He smiles and tips up my chin to make me look at him. His lips are so close, I can almost taste them. “And I would’ve taken them all down for you if you’d asked.”
