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I stepped away from the open door and returned to the kitchen. “I was making dinner. Do you want any?”
“Yes.” He shut the door and locked it behind him.
Presumptuous…but whatever.
I dished up two servings and placed them on the dining table.
He took a look around as he came into the room. “You got more furniture.”
“Yes. Just taken awhile for everything to come in.”
He took the seat across from me, and we ate in silence. My eyes were down on my food the entire time, but I could tell he was staring at me. I was in a loose sweatshirt with leggings, my makeup gone because I hadn’t left the apartment all day. It was one of those days when I felt like doing nothing.
“What were you and Grave talking about?” When I looked up, he’d eaten all of his food, and now he was just staring at me.
“Business.”
“What kind of business?”
“I have to kill someone tomorrow.”
Now that the conversation turned serious, I lost my appetite. “Why do you have to kill him?”
“If I don’t, he’ll kill Grave. We’re doing it together.”
I gave a slight nod in understanding. “This is the guy with the drugs?”
“Yes.”
“Bartholomew is in the same line of work…maybe he could help.”
“Actually, that was the price I paid for you.”
My blood suddenly went cold.
“He didn’t accept any monetary offer that I made. But he accepted that one. With Roan out of the way, he’ll be able to expand his distribution and take over new territory.”
“So, if you die…it’s my fault.”
With his arms on the table, he stared at me. “It’s my fault because I was the one who let you go. It’s my fault because I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s my fault—and mine alone.”
All of that made me uneasy. I might hate Cauldron right now, but I certainly didn’t want him to die. “Do you have a plan? A good one?”
“Yes.”
I gave a slight nod. “Grave is going to help you?”
“Yes.”
That made me feel better, but it also made me feel worse. I wondered if Elise knew about this.
“I’ll be alright, baby.”
I wanted to lash out and tell him to shut his mouth, but I had no control over the things he said and did anymore. I gathered the dishes and set them in the sink. I assumed he would leave now, so I walked to the front door and quickly realized he had no intention of following me. When I returned to the sitting room, he was on one of the couches, comfortable, like he intended to stay awhile.
I crossed my arms over my chest, self-conscious in the baggy clothes. “I’m not prepared to entertain.”
“You don’t need to entertain me.” He sat with one arm on the armrest, his knees wide apart, covering one end of my couch with his size.
