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“How?”
“I pushed a sheet down his throat. Then, I stabbed his throat with a piece of broken mirror, and he choked on his own blood. He wasn’t fully dead when we left because I didn’t stab him in an artery. He must have suffered for a long hour or so before dying.” He is utterly void of emotion when discussing murdering a man for me. There isn’t an ounce of regret in his voice. Not even pride. He did what he did, and that’s it. I can take it or leave it.
Taking it all in brings me whatever satisfaction I can take from it. That is to say, not much, though still enough to keep me going.
I look up at him and push on my toes to leave a light kiss on his lips. “Thank you,” I say.
He stays longer in the shower after I get out, so he can get rid of all the blood. Finding a new toothbrush below the sink, I brush my teeth hard enough my gums hurt.
I’m in his bedroom, dressed in a pair of his gym shorts and a t-shirt, when he joins me. He’s dressed and holding a bottle of water.
“I need you to—”
“Sit down,” he cuts me off.
“Let me talk,” I fight back with a stern voice. I need to get to my fight.
“Sit down, Billie.”
His muscular body is blocking his bedroom door, and I already know I’m not getting out until he decides. I sit down and look up at him.
“Don’t you know North Shore rules about sharing drinks?” he asks so calmly I know he’s fuming.
“Of course I do,” I seethe, hating the way he makes me feel like a scolded child. “I saw him open the bottle in front of me.”
“Did you?” He turns to his desk, grabs a packet of sugar he had there, and empties it into the bottle before screwing the cap back on.
He wraps his hand around the bottle he’s holding, hiding the cap with his palm, and extends his arms toward me as he opens it in front of my eyes.
This is the exact same way Nolan did it. He walked back into the room, already hiding the cap within his hold, and like a rookie… I thought he was opening a new bottle in front of me.
How could I be so naïve?
“That was a sealed bottle. Drink.”
“I get the message. I’m a fucking idiot, and you’re a hero. Can I leave now?” I stand up from his bed and shoulder past him.
He grabs my arm and tugs me back, dropping the bottle and wrapping a mighty hand around my jaw. “I’m no fucking hero, Billie,” he grits out with fury. “Don’t you know that yet? I’m your worst nightmare. I’m the villain who will save you only to use and abuse you for his own pleasure.”
I try to shake my head away to no avail.
“How do you know I didn’t take my turn after I rescued you from Nolan, huh? You know I’m no good, little bee. How do you know none of these marks are from me? Stop being such a naïve little girl, and remember you live on the North Shore. No one saves you. You can only save yourself.”
My heart sinks with disappointment and tears spring to my eyes.
“Did you?” I force past my pouted lips. “Did you assault me last night?”
He chuckles and shakes his head, his smile freezing every single atom around us. “Of course not, baby. I plan on doing much worse to you. And when I do, I want to feel you fight and hear you scream.”
He releases me and I take multiple steps back. My head is still spinning from the drugs, and I’m sweating despite not feeling warm.
How could I think for one millisecond that Caden was the good guy? What went through my gullible mind to believe that?
Doing my best to feel even slightly alright, I take a deep breath. Rolling my shoulders back and crossing my arms in my own way to strengthen myself, I jut my chin.
“I’ll save myself, don’t worry. I always have. And I have my ticket out of this hell hole.”
“Good. I like seeing you toughen up.” He stretches his arms above his head before leaning back against his desk. “What’s your plan now?”
