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Me?
The murderer.
I close my eyes in pain.
It isn’t right. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fucking fair.
I am a good person. I don’t deserve this. Tears stream down my cheeks, and my voice finally finds purchase in my throat.
“Youlied.” I let acid sizzle on the words. “You told me all this, finding me, saving me. It was an accident.”
“It wa-”
“QUIT FUCKING LYING TO ME!” I scream at him, standing in my righteous anger.
His mouth stops moving, eyes wide as he rises to stand with me. Good, he is afraid I can hurt him. I want to hurt him.
No, I don’t.
I only want to hurt myself.
“You knew. You knew I was vulnerable and that you could save me. Youmadeus crash. So that you can play the hero.” I accuse him of it all. Every last bit of it is an orchestrated part of his master plan. I don’t care how ridiculous it sounds. “And then, what joy you must’ve felt that I had no memory. Fear of me leaving to go back to my life was gone.”
Silence falls. He doesn’t deny it. Oh, I can see the cogs turning. He is trying to figure out how to lie his way out of this one.
Oz kneels on the forest floor before me, reaching for my hand, but I pull it out of his reach, relishing the hurt look on his face.
Suffer. I think.
He flinches.
“Wren,” his voice is cautious. “I swear to you, none of this was planned. Nothing was set up. I never even saw you until I met you at the store.” Sincerity is woven through each word as it falls from his mouth. He’s good, I’ll give him that. “I chased after you because I saw Spencer was driving recklessly. I could hear you begging him to slow down, I could hear his rage at you, and I worried for your safety. When I heard the crash, I rushed to the lake and saw Spencer pulling himself from the water.”
I don’t believe him.
It’s all too convenient.
Too coincidental.
I don’t believe in coincidences.
“That was when Iheardyou. I didn’t just hear you shouting. I heard you in my mind. You were desperate, panicked. I hurried to you as fast as I could, and I was almost too late. Your heart stopped. You weredead. I was drawn to you, and I belonged to you already. I loved you the moment we met in the store. I couldn’t just let you die so I saved you, knowing it could make you hate me one day.”
“What do you mean you heard me in your head?” More lies?
“Some vampires… can communicate through a bond between them. Emotions mainly, but sometimes direct thoughts. I’ve never heard of it happening with a human, but it did.” I can tell he wants to look away from me. He doesn’t want me to see his guilt, his shame. This is something he’s been holding back from me. Instead, he maintains eye contact. I enjoy his discomfort.
“You’ve heard me since then?” Spying on my thoughts?
Oz nods and I am disgusted with him.
“I don’t try to listen on purpose. I keep out of your head as much as I can. I only heard a few things that you were practically shouting.” He is almost begging me to hear him out, forgive him, and understand him. “I didn’t tell you because, in my world, this would mean we are mates. You were already trying to figure out your past, and I didn’t want to put that on you.”
Well, what a fucking gentleman.
Rising from the boulder, I pull away.
I am so tired of his bullshit.
