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“I don’t look like they do,” she adds.
“I don’t want you to,” I tell her. She looks at me in the reflection, unsure of what to say. Our eyes lock.
“What I see is beauty. When I first saw you, I knew there was something more to you I wanted, but I couldn’t take it yet. I knew this obsession, this need would end up breaking me, Sage, and that’s why I stayed away from you. I couldn’t allow myself to get too close and lose control.”
“And now?”
“Things changed. My needs changed.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“It means you’re mine, Sage. I’m not now or ever letting you go.” Her eyes widen, and she doesn’t know what to say. She stands here looking at me in the mirror, hesitant about what to do. My admission changes nothing. She’s mine. My father’s word changes nothing. I’m not letting her go.
“Your father doesn’t want me here,” she adds, having heard what he said. I grin a dark, sinister smile.
“What part of your mine don’t you understand?”
“And if I don’t want to be yours?” Now I laugh loudly.
“That’s too bad, Little Lamb.”
13
Ichained her back to the bed so she couldn’t run. If given the chance, I’m sure she would. What my father said changes nothing. Juno thinks it has, but it hasn’t. He’s made himself scarce since the meeting with my father yesterday. Not that I mind because that leaves me alone with Sage.
“How long will I be chained up here?” she asks as I work on the laptop.
“Until I say otherwise.”
“Which is when?”
“When I say, Sage,” I tell her as I keep working on the laptop. She huffs out a breath that makes me laugh.
“You think this is funny? Kidnapping me and holding me hostage?”
“I think your attitude is funny.”
“I don’t have an attitude.” I look up from the laptop now and shake my head.
“You do. And I like it, Sage. It makes me fucking hard for you.” Confusion dances in her eyes at what I said.
“Are you insane?”
“Yes.” She doesn’t blink or slink away from me this time. She just stares at me.
“If I were to ask you questions, would you answer me?” she asks. I shrug.
“That’s a tough one. It depends on the question.” I sit up a little straighter. I knew she would have questions for me; I just wasn’t sure if I would answer them.
“Where are we?”
“My house.”
“Which is where?”
“You don’t need to know that right now,” I tell her.
“Am I safe here?”
