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“I’m not. I’m fine.”
“You’re lying to me,” I growl a little. She shakes her head in denial, but I can see the lie in her eyes.
“I’m not. If you would follow me,” she says as she steps out from behind the desk. Before she can get too far, I grab her wrist and spin her to face me.
“I want answers.”
“I don’t have any to give you,” she replies, trying to remain polite. I step closer to her, invading her space as she looks into my dark eyes.
“I know a liar when I see one. Unless you want to feel my wrath, you better start talking.” She opens her mouth, but words don’t form. I tilt my head as she opens and closes her mouth before she blurts out words I never thought I’d hear.
“I was born in Bellmont.”
19
Ihad my meeting with Mr. Ranger, but it was the woman who intrigued me more, which is why we’re now sitting at a small diner together. She’s nervous around me, and I like that. She knows who the fuck I am, but how? Why?
“I know you want answers,” she says before taking a drink of her water and glancing around.
“And you’re going to give them. Ranger gave me some, but I want more.”
“I was born a year after you. You were one at the time. My mother, my real mother, she … she still lives there as far as I know.”
“I want a name.”
“I can’t give you that,” she responds quickly.
“If you know who I am, then you know what I do. I want a name.” She swallows hard before running her fingers around the edge of her glass.
“Emily White.”
“David’s wife?” She nods her head.
“That’s my father.”
“How do you know?”
“Mr. Ranger. He worked closely with your father and the men of Bellmont many years ago. That was until he caught wind of what they did there.”
“And by that, you mean what?”
“The torture, the women.” She glances around again as if she’s going to be caught.
“And what do you know about it?”
“That’s what I know. They beat and torture them.”
“Do you know why?” I ask, pressing her for the information I need. She looks at me, a little confused, before she speaks again.
“You have no idea, do you?”
“I’ll be honest with you here, Andrea. I was raised to do as I was told. I was beaten when I didn’t. I was always told beating a boy was different than a girl. The boys needed it the most. And yet, the ones we torture are women. It makes no sense. My father wants me to take over the role he plays in the future, but I can’t do that until I know what the hell I’m missing.”
“You really don’t know anything, do you?”
“No, I don’t.” She licks her lips and checks her surroundings yet again.
“It’s insane, Ares.”
