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“Reinier was too much of a businessman to let me go to waste. A reasonably attractive woman with a functioning pussy, asshole, and mouth? Why not put them to good use? Shrewd of him.”
“Until you escaped and became a pain in his ass.”
“I’ll be worse than that when I’m done with him.” That was a fucking vow. “Same with these other pricks. If they were in on it, which seems hella likely, they’ll pay.”
Hell, I’d make them pay anyway.
If a fucker thought a person was a piece of meat to be sold as merch, I was doing the world a service in making sure they didn’t share oxygen with the rest of us for much longer.
“You got plans?” he asked as he toyed with my fingers.
“I do. Nasty ones.”
He snorted.
“It doesn’t freak you out?”
“I’m Aidan O’Donnelly Sr.’s son, Star. I’ve watched him crucify people… You’ve seen what I put Michael Byrne through too. I think I can cope with whatever you dish out for him.”
I had several ideas I was working with but to be on the safe side, I checked, “Can I borrow your electrodes?”
I could feel his excitement. “You can. I messed around with the settings. Made them stronger.”
“Excellent.”
“You channeled Mr. Burns then. Do not lie to me and spoil my kickass day of watching you be you by telling me you’ve never seen an episode of The Simpsons.”
I smiled into the darkness. “Does that make you my Smithers?”
“I want to fuck you as much as he wants to fuck Mr. Burns, but you’re cuter than that old bastard and I think I’m hotter than Smithers too.”
“You’re definitely hotter,” I whispered, running my nose along his.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He yawned. “Sorry, Star. I’m tired.”
“We both are. I was just waiting for your ass to show up before I could get some Zs.”
Startled, he blurted out, “Really?”
“Really.” I wiggled my ring between my fingers. “Thank you for the cameo.”
“It was always supposed to be on your finger.” That had me biting my lip, but before I could say anything in my nervous agitation, he whispered, “I told you, you don’t need to say yes or no. It can sit there for a year or twenty and it can just mean something to us.”
I swallowed. “You’re too good to me.”
He chuckled. “Before you, Star, I was my father’s weapon. You gave me purpose even without knowing it. Then, you were you, I fell hard, and your cause became my cause. Your fight became my fight. We’re in this together, Star. Until the end.”
And with those words, I accepted a worryingly beautiful truth—that Conor was the only person alive who had the capacity to raze me to dust, who could destroy me and rebuild me at the same time.
The only person I’d allow to do that.
The ring felt like a heavy weight on my hand for that reason alone. Not because I hated jewelry—which I did—but because it represented more than a pretty bauble. Its solid presence was comforting. Exactly like him.
It was timeless.
Forever.
Just like us.
