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“I’m relaxed,” she snapped.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
Cara glared at me. “What makes you think we’re going todoanything at all?” she drawled.
I laughed then, a low rumble in my throat, and took another sip of my vodka. “Seriously, Cara, just fucking relax, will you?”
She glared at me for a moment longer and then sighed, sinking back into the couch and crossing her legs, making her skirt ride up over her thigh and offering me a nice view. We sat in silence for a short while before she finally tired of it. “Why am I here?”
“I wanted your company.”
“Why? You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe I’ll ask your friend all about you.”
She scoffed. “She doesn’t really know me.”
That wasn’t the reaction I expected. Most girls gush over their friends or get defensive of me mentioning them at all. Jealousy was ugly and rampant, but Cara brushed the words aside as though her friend was nothing. “Oh really?” I asked.
Cara’s lip twitched. I thought she was going to smirk. “I’ve known her for a long time, but the person I am with her… it’s not really me, not the darker me. Besides, all she cares about is money, and she can be a bit judgmental…” There was a pause, and when she started talking again, her tone changed. “But maybe she’s just like that because she cares.”
I watched her. It was almost as though she let her real thoughts slip, then caught herself before she got too far into a monologue. She needed to talk, and I wanted her to talk to me.
I wanted to know about thisdark sideof her personality she mentioned.
Removing my glasses, I folded them and placed them in my pocket. Leaning forward, I rested my chin on my fist before saying, “You say I don’t know you, so tell me about you.”
A deep frown etched on her forehead as though she was trying to figure me out. I wasdangerous, the one who everyone feared. So why was I being nice to her? She’d be wondering why was I even talking to her.
Call it luring her into a false sense of security.
But she was smarter than that, and she wasn’t buying it, and as far as she was concerned, she had already let too much slip. Others might stare at me suspiciously for a moment, but once they got talking, they would relax. Most people liked to talk about themselves. They would tell you they’d learned from this city not to talk too much, but given the opportunity, they’d spill their whole damn sob story or just talk shit for twenty minutes straight. Humans weren’t as smart as they thought themselves to be. That’s why I was in this position and not them, and why they clung to those who held the power, because, deep down, they knew they weren’t cut out for it.
But Cara remained tight-lipped, figuratively, and literally pressing her lips together. The suspicion in her features made me chuckle again.
“How’s your night been?” I tried again.
She laughed at my question. It wasn’t cruel laughter, not at my expense as such, but she understood the absurdity of my asking. “Lovely, dear, how was your day at work?”
Grinning, I took another drink. “Very satisfying.”
“Kill anyone today?”
My smile dropped, and she pursed her lips, her expression triumphant. She shifted uncomfortably when I stood before dropping heavily onto the couch, taking pleasure in how she jumped before I slid across to be next to her.
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” I growled.
She lifted her chin in defiance, but there was fear in her eyes at my proximity. Would I hurt her? Kill her? She didn’t know me well enough to know. I was a dark anomaly, moving through this club and city and taking as I pleased, leaving a trail of stories of power and darkness in my wake.
“I’m smart enough to get out of this city as soon as I can.”
Pulling away slightly, I studied her face. “You’re leaving?”
“What do you care?”
Leaning in close, I brushed the hair from her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and sighing against her ear. She trembled. “Because I haven’t fucked you yet.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she whispered.
