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“Liar,” I tease. “Keep doing that, and I’ll think you’re on the same level as Ivy and Gabe.”
Her brow lifts in question, and I continue discussing her while ignoring the topic of my friends.
“You hide, Brinley. In those clothes you always wear. Behind books. Tucked in the university library. Hell, even in Myth, I assume. What’s odd is that you even go there. It seems it should be a little too public for a girl like you.”
And she glares again. I can’t help but smile in return.
“What do you think you know about me? Have you and your creepy ass friends been watching me for a long time or something?”
She stares at me long and hard before some truth she thinks she knows floats through her thoughts.
“Actually, I guess you have. At least according to what Governor Callahan told me. I bet you intended to run into me at his party. It was all part of some fucked-up plan.”
Should I tell her the truth now, or let her keep believing it would have taken us this long to track her down if we cared anything about her back then?
I’m not surprised the governor warned her about us. There’s obviously something he’s attempting to hide or protect.
But this conversation isn’t about the task Tanner has set me on, the information about her dad or what the governor has said.
This conversation is about her.
What I’ve noticed.
And what I don’t understand.
Fuck everybody else who’s involved.
I’m asking these questions because I want the answers.
And I’m not sure how to feel, or what to think, about that.
Brinley
It doesn’t matter what he says, what he asks or what he does. He’s not getting into my head.
This is exactly what my father always warned me about. The monsters who lurk around corners. The people in this world who pretend to be helping you out when they’re just trying to use you for something.
What I do and how I live my life has nothing to do with whatever reason he has for everything he’s done to me. And if he thinks repairing my car is going to warm me up to him, he’s got a few lessons to learn.
I’m not afraid to stare this jackass in the face and tell him exactly what I think of him. Regardless of whatever stupid punishment he can devise or how long he plans on holding me hostage.
“You can quit thinking you know anything about me. I’m sure you or one of your buddies looked into my life. Hell, I’m pretty positive you can tell me what’s in my bank account down to the last penny, my grade point average at school, the names of every pet I’ve ever owned and where they’re buried, and the style of panties I prefer.”
His brows lift at that, but he doesn’t respond.
“But none of that fucking matters. What you don’t know and what you can’t find by Internet searches, following me around or searching my dorm room is what I think and feel. And if you believe getting inside my head is as easy as accusing me of some random bullshit, you can stuff that thought up your ass and bounce around on it for all I care.”
His brows inch higher, the corners of his lips wobbling with what I assume is a shitty attempt to hide a smile.
I laugh, a small bark of sound as I cross my arms over my chest.
“What I’d like to know is why you’ve done all of this to me in the first place.”
A thought crosses my mind just then. Another worry that’s been stabbing at my heart and mind since the moment he locked me in the room at his friend’s place.
“And I’d also like to know what happened to Ames. Did you all put a bullet in her head and bury her in a shallow grave? Or maybe you beat her to death then made that car accident look worse than it actually was. How did you even find us anyway? Which one of you was following us?”
Shane finally loses the fight with his stupid grin. His mouth stretches at the sides, and a dimple indents just one cheek.
