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His heart, or none at all.
It's a while later that the door opens again, Michele striding in confidently. He's sporting a smug smile on his face as he looks me up and down, almost impatient to share whatever the news.
"What is it?" I ask him in a dry tone.
"I thought you'd want to see something," he quickly comes to my side, lowering himself on his haunches but still keeping a moderate distance from me—as I’ve come to expect from him.
"What?" I roll my eyes.
He doesn't answer immediately. His confident grin spreads wider on his face as he takes his time—trying to get me to squirm, no doubt.
"Just a little experiment," he shrugs. "Pancho's words got me thinking and I justhadto test this theory," he chuckles, whipping out his phone and thrusting it in my face.
It's a picture of Raf.
Taken from across the road to our house, it shows him at the window of our room, his shirt off, his torso naked.
My lip trembles slightly as I take in every single detail—drink in the sight of him.
But the one feature Michele wants me to notice is inescapable. Swinging low on his neck, it sits right against his chest. The stone shines in the light, its color a mix between an earthy brown and a brilliant gold, the shade changing with the angle of reflection.
I close my eyes, breathing harshly.
"Here, just so you won't say I'm tricking you," he clicks on the details of the picture, showing me the time and date it had been taken.
"Fine," I snicker. "And how does that help me?" I burst out, unable to keep the hurt from my tone.
"It doesn't. But it helpsme," he continues to smile in a sick manner, and I'd love nothing more than to wipe it from his face. I do just that as I bring my fist towards him. Yet in my weakened state, I'm no match for him, or anyone—am I ever?
He swipes my arm aside, tsking at me with narrowed eyes.
"Play nice, Noelle. Play nice," he smirks. "There are still more surprises for you," he winks before he stands up, pacing around the cell.
I take a small break to regulate my emotions and get myself under control. Yet seeing him wear the necklacenow, when I'm at his brother's mercy, irrevocably shatters something in me.
I thought he cared…
Regardless of his feelings for Lucero, I thought he cared for me—at least a little. Yet everything points to the contrary.
"Aren't you curious?" he suddenly asks, and I swing my gaze to him, my eyes widening in question. "Aren't you curious how hereallyfeels about you?"
"Didn't you just prove to me that he doesn't?" I raise my brow defiantly.
"Aren't you curious to see if your time with him was all a fraud?"
"How do you plan to find that out?"
"Simple," he exclaims, going to the door and barking an order for Andreas.
"Here," he pushes a sheet of paper and a marker in front of me. "Fill these in, and I'll make sure to quiz Raf on them."
Grabbing the sheet, I let my eyes roam over the questions, my nose scrunching in surprise when I note what hisgrandplan is.
"Really?" I place the questionnaire down. "You plan on quizzing him about my likes and dislikes?"
He shrugs.
"It's just the beginning of the test. Fill this in, and I'll explain everything later."
