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“Oh, you know.” I wave my hands. “Everyoneknows Mr. Bigshot.”
“Yeah, you’ll have to be more specific. Only thing we’ve got more of than heirlooms around here are bigshots.”
Kat opens the door and leads me inside the pitch-black room. She must know this place well, because she maneuvers us around the furniture like she has a map. We go up a staircase and then she props me up against the wall of the dimly lit hallway.
“For your sake, I hope you find him again.”
“Ugh,” is all I can get out.
“So I’m imagining how hard you’re crushing on him right now?”
“No fucking way,” I slur. “He’s a psycho. Don’t need a psycho.”
“How’d you know if you’ve never tried?”
“Already had one.” I slash the air with my hand. “Enough for a lifetime. No more.”
“Please. Have you even dated before?”
I tick off points with my fingers. “Dated. Fffucked.” I rally magnificently. “Gotfucked. Ruined my life.”
“By the psycho?”
I point at her, eyes wide. “Exactly! No more. I’m done. Especially…” My thoughts trail off before I can herd them back. “Especiallyhim.”
“The psycho?”
“No!Scary Fuck.”
“Okay, babes, you lost me. But it sounds like you know what you want, so who the fuck am I to argue?”
“‘Zactly…”
Kat opens a door, grimaces, and then herds me inside. There’s a faint light spilling in from a window, enough to illuminate the furniture in the small room. She leads me straight to the bed.
“Come on, let go,” she says, tugging on my backpack when I refuse to release it. “I’ll give it a proper burial, I promise.”
“Fffuck off…”
“Fine, you damn weirdo. Sleep with the thing for all I care.” She urges me down onto the bed and tucks me and my backpack in. “You two deserve each other.”
“Never!” My mind feels like it’s disintegrating, but there’s one thought I’m holding onto with all my might. “Fucking devil. Won’t give him my soul. What’s left of it.”
“Good God, why am I not recording this?” Kat says through a laugh. “Yes, fine, Evie. The scary fuck won’t have your soul.” Then she laughs. “And what the hell do you mean, what’sleftof it? You’re a fucking angel.”
She leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“If you wake up before I’m back, just wander down to the kitchen and get some food. The staff are used to feeding strays.”
I huff out a breath as my body sinks deeper into the mattress.
A stray? It’s true. That’s what I am now.
I’m a stranger here, which was kind of the point. Dad couldn’t possibly have chosen a more out-of-the-way town. He went to extraordinary lengths to hide me away… but just like me hiding under the bed, I guess I shouldn’t have bothered.
So, what was the point of hiding under the bed? Guys like Scary Fuck will always find me. Drag me out. Accuse me of being things I’m not.
Guess that’s why I slapped him.
But it doesn’t explain why Ilikedit.
