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My focus slides to Yan, searching for some sort of confirmation. But he shows no reaction, continuing to stand there like a pillar.
Jeremy lifts a shoulder. “Sometimes.”
“I’m sorry, Jer.”
“It’s okay.” He grins, showing me his teeth. “Papa is busy.”
God. This little boy was brought up to be a man at a young age. No child should feel it’s okay that his father spends more time with his work than with him. No child should be happy that he plays with him onlysometimes.
If he couldn’t raise a kid, why bring him into the world?
The back of my neck prickles as if Adrian is feeling my thoughts about him and will lash out his punishments for having them.
Jeremy picks two pieces and clicks them together.Jesus.The little rascal knows how to do this better than me. I really hope it’s because he’s seen it done countless times before and not because I suck.
“Don’t you feel bad about him not being around more?” I ask.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because Papa stayed with me when you were a ghost, Mommy.”
17
Winter
Ifrown. That’s the second time he’s said that word. “Why do you say that I was a ghost, Jer?”
“Because you were,” he says nonchalantly, his feet swinging back and forth. “I went to see you.”
“You came to see me?”
“Uh-huh.” He points to his right. “Over there.”
My eyes follow the direction of his thumb. It’s a small white building, separate from the house. It doesn’t appear as well-kept as the main mansion. Cracks cover the exterior and vines of ivy grow on its walls, covering most of them.
The place instantly gives me a horrible feeling, like a bitter aftertaste mixed with vomit.
I realize this is the guest house Adrian told me to stay away from, and I have every intention to. But Jeremy’s words about me—the real Lia—being a ghost throw me for a loop. What could be in there for a child to think of it as ‘ghostly’?
I’m about to ask Yan, but my gaze shifts to the left and I freeze. In the main house, Adrian stares at me through a floor-to-ceiling window. He’s behind a desk in what I assume is his office. Three monitors sit in front of him, but his attention is entirely on me as he taps his index finger on the wood surface.
He’s watching me so intently, it feels like he’s standing right over my head and sucking at my soul. I try to break eye contact, but the sheer intensity of his ashen gray eyes takes me hostage.
Adrian is merely observing me, but it strikes deeper, like a demand, a call—for what, I don’t know.
What the hell do you want from me?I scream with my eyes, pursing my lips, but his focus doesn’t shift.
I’m the first to avert my gaze, because looking into his eyes is still uncomfortable. It still resembles being choked by invisible hands. The act isn’t real, but it’s as palpable as the burn in my lungs and the contractions in my stomach.
That’s one step further than when I first met him. Back then, it was only a sense of uneasiness. Now, I can decipher the reason behind that feeling—it’s the terrifying awakening of a side of me I hate so much. Every time I see his eyes, all I can think about is how much depravity hides behind that calm. And how much I crave it, like nothing ever before.
After losing my mother and daughter, I thought I was done with this life. I was done wanting things.
Adrian has proved me wrong.
The man is married, or a widower, and I shamelessly came on his fingers.Twice.
