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Julia
“Did Claire want to discuss the recent suicides?” I asked, not wasting a second.
As expected, Nick had other plans.
“Not so fast, my love.” He tsked. “Did you forget the parameters I just set forth? I get to ask a question first. After you answer, and only then, will I answer one in return.”
I glowered at him for several moments, then squared my shoulders, acting as unaffected as possible. “Fine. What do you want to know?”
“Have you been faithful to me, like I have to you?”
I barked out a laugh that echoed against the walls of the sterile room. “Faithful? Are you delusional? You weren’t even faithful to me during our marriage, Nick.”
“My body may not have been, but my heart has always belonged to you. That’s what counts. That my heart has always remained true. Even in this…purgatory I seem to have landed in.” He looked around the room before leveling his stare back on me. “Now answer me. Have you remained faithful? Or have you been with someone else?”
“I have no reason to be faithful to you, Nick,” I responded flippantly, not looking directly at him. “We’re not married anymore. I’m free to be with whomever I want.”
He set his hands on the table, the chains of his handcuffs scraping against the surface. “That’s not an answer, Julia. Have you been with another man since me?” His tone was calm. Even.
It always was.
“For your information, I have been with another man since you. A man whose dick still works. And quite well, if I do say so myself.”
His pompous expression momentarily faltered, upper lip quivering.
“My turn,” I said when he didn’t immediately offer a response, his demeanor still mildly agitated. “Did Claire talk to you about a trend in recent suicides where the victims shared certain characteristics with the women you killed?”
“I didn’t kill them, though, did I? That’s why I’m still sitting here, alive, instead of having received a needle in my arm, courtesy of the State of Georgia.”
“The jury may not have found a sufficient connection, but I know the truth. You murdered those women.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I freed them. Just like I freed you.”
I bit my lower lip, fighting the urge to argue with him, call him out on being the narcissistic sociopath he was. The more I followed him down whatever rabbit hole he wanted to venture to next, the longer I’d be here. That was the last thing I wanted.
Hardening my expression, I repeated, “Did Claire ask you about recent suicides?”
Nick’s eyes bore into mine for several seconds, time seeming to stand still, until he finally relaxed his posture.
“We eventually discussed an unusual trend, but that’s not why she originally came to talk to me.”
“Then what was her original reason?”
“You already asked one question. It’s my turn.”
I nodded, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I waited. He chewed on his bottom lip, analytical gaze sweeping over me. I knew this look.
And I didn’t like it. Because whatever followed was never good.
At least not for me.
“How many men have you been with?”
This was a test. I’d already admitted I’d been with another man. He wasn’t asking in order to get an answer to his question. Instead, it was purely to watch my reaction.
“One.”
A smug smile tugged on my mouth when Nick’s nostrils flared slightly, lips forming into a tight line. Maybe I should have lied and told him I had an entire harem of men waiting to give me the pleasure he never could. But that wasn’t the point of this. Plus, he’d know I was lying.
