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CHAPTER22
BRAM
The rough brick digs into my spine. She takes gulps of air, trying to steady her breathing. Did hearing about Seb being with another woman bother her? I push a blank sheet of paper under the door to prompt her as a friendly nudge.
“What’re you trying to do?” Her sassy voice pipes up again. “Give me a paper cut?”
If she wasn’t the psycho bitch responsible for the fresh scar burned into my chest, I’d say she had a good sense of humour.
I scrawl my next message.
How are they?
The paper disappears. I hear it crinkle as she crushes it in her hand. She knows who I’m talking about instantly. The atmosphere changes, growing more tense, and the air thickens. Does that mean she genuinely cares about them? I didn’t think she was capable of feeling anything—at least, not anymore.
“How am I supposed to know how they are?” she snaps. “You’re not the only one being kept prisoner inside this fucking building.”
I take a risk.
I slide it under. Maybe this will make her blow up. That’s what I’ve been pushing her to do. I’ve been giving her nothing in the hope that she’ll lose her temper and open the door to beat the shit out of me.
I hear my note being ripped apart and shredded into tiny pieces.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sounds mad, but her tone has softened slightly—only enough for someone like me to detect. “If you want to talk about the Dukes so much, why don’t you tell me how you became one of them?”
I exhale deeply, hovering the pen over the paper. Where do I start?
“Let me guess, you won’t tell me,” she answers. “Why don’t we cut the bullshit, Bram? Do you think Alaric will let me sit down here forever, waiting for you to give me information? You’re dead weight. It won’t be long before he cuts you loose.”
Not unless he cuts her loose first…
I write a message.
If I’m never going to talk, why keep asking me questions?
“Smart arse.” I can hear her smile. “If you won’t tell me why you joined the Dukes, why don’t you tell me why you stayed with them for so long? In the army, you followed orders. Why did you want to go back to following someone else after what happened? After what you did.”
My heartbeat quickens, and a cold sweat breaks over my brow. How does she know about that? Unless…
“You’re not the only person who can use a computer to dig into someone’s past.” She reads my thoughts, mocking me now. “Do you think about all those innocent people you killed?”
I grab the paper. The pen nib almost tears straight through it, turning the question around on her.
Do you think about what you’ve done? The people you’ve killed?
She laughs like a maniac. The sassy woman with a dark sense of humour is gone, and the monster stands in her place. The agent they’ve turned her into. “I kill people who deserve it.”
I write:
Do the Dukes deserve it?
“Why don’t you tell me?” she presses. “Are they evil men who deserve to die?”
I snort and reply.
You should know.
You’re the one fucking them.
