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Amethyst
“Cherry vanilla for you,”I said, my smile bright.
The ice cream social had finally arrived, and it was a much-welcome distraction from the raging dumpster fire that was my life.
“Thanks, Amy,” Frank, the building’s head of security, said.
“And pistachio for Ms. Carol,” I said, grabbing the cup that I had set aside just for her.
“I didn’t even fill out the form,” Carol said as she took the cup.
I tilted my head, looking at her with a small smile on my face.
“Like you needed to. Your favorite has been pistachio forever,” I said.
She shrugged. “I suppose I could spice it up, but you can’t beat a classic.”
I laughed, and Carol hobbled away to prop up her ankle.
I looked around the atrium where people were gathered in their little huddles, enjoying the midday break.
It was both a relief and incredibly surreal.
In this moment, I could almost pretend that everything was fine, that things were normal.
They were anything but.
That feeling was confirmed when I felt a prickle of awareness and then looked up, my eyes clashing with Davit’s.
“What do you have for me?” he asked.
There was no trace of his accent, but when I looked in his eyes, I didn’t see Josh.
This was pure Davit Petrosyan, and I shivered involuntarily, the memory of him in my house the first time, the gun he’d turned on me, taking over.
Just as quickly, I was being consumed by the memory of his touch, the way he’d filled my body, how desperately I wanted him again, making my heart race.
I gaped at him, but he just smiled like everything was copacetic.
“Y-you didn’t fill out the paper,” I finally said.
My breath was heavy, my voice uneven, but I managed to get the words out. And so far, no oneseemed to notice anything was wrong.
But that shouldn’t surprise me.
After all, he’d worked here for years, and I had been none the wiser.
I’d believed this man was my friend, when all along he had been willing to lie to me, kill me, to get what he wanted.
“What do you have left?” he asked.
It was striking, how different he seemed.
His demeanor was so open, his posture strong, but his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. He seemed so familiar, but every time I looked in his eyes, I caught a glimpse of who he really was, the predator that had been living in my midst.
“Butter pecan,” I said quickly.
