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“Then…how do you explain the resemblance?”Scary one, at that.She even has my freaking eye color that I’ve always thought was rare as hell.
“Do you believe in doppelgängers, Winter?”
“Doppelgängers?” I scoff. “Are you joking?”
“Do I look like the type who jokes?” The authoritativeness in his tone causes me to glue myself to the closed car door. Shit. He really is terrifying.
“N-no.”
“Correct.”
“Are you saying she and I are doppelgängers? How is that possible?”
“It’s more common than you think.”
“I still…don’t believe it.”
“It doesn’t matter what you believe. It’s already happening.”
“Already happening?”
“Yes. You will be my wife.”
“No. I didn’t agree to this.”
“Didn’t agree to this,” he muses, as if my words are somehow comical. “You believe you have that option? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
I inch farther into the door until the handle digs into my side. “I’m a free person.”
“Free? How do you define freedom? Is it sleeping in parking garages and begging for food?”
“The way I live is none of your business.”
“Don’t talk back to me again or you won’t like the way I react.” He’s so calm in issuing his threat, but that doesn’t diminish its impact. I wish I could become one with the floorboard or the door—I’m not picky.
He stares at me for a beat too long, making sure his words hit their mark, before he continues, “You’ll have a roof over your head, a warm bed to sleep in, and hot meals all day long.”
The picture he’s painting is tempting, butheis not. He’s far from tempting. He’s so frightening that even sitting beside him is giving me a sense of anxiety. I feel like I need to be in fight-or-flight mode around him. Actually, I’ll have to go with flight because the fight option will definitely get me killed.
So while I do want all the things he listed, their price—being with him—isn’t something I can afford to pay.
I need to find a way out of this.
“If you’re still not convinced, fine.”
My head snaps up to meet his blank gaze. “You’re letting me go?”
“If you wish.”
I narrow my eyes. “Really?”
“Yes, but the police are on standby a few blocks away. As soon as you leave this car, you’ll be arrested for the murder of Richard Green.”
I gasp. How…how the hell does he know about that?
“I blocked the police and media from divulging your name and picture, but if you’d rather live on the streets, then you won’t mind prison. You should thank me, really. They at least give you meals there.”
I can feel the car closing in on me, its seats turning into octopus tentacles to choke me.
