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"Oh, really?" Adrian looks interested. "What else do you like to do in your free time?"
I have to remember that he's asking Anna, not Cynthia.
"I like reading novels," I murmur. "Adventurous ones, or slow romances."
"When was the last time you read a book?"
My smile fades at the memory his question invokes, and my hands curl into fists, an instinctive attempt to hide my knuckles.
You're a thief!
Don't you ever touch my books again, you little tramp!
"Anna?"
My lips tremble as I try to speak, and when I do, my voice is a little raspy. "I was eleven when… The last book I read was when I was eleven. I never got to finish it, though."
Adrian's eyes are on mine. "Why not?"
It's hard to answer these questions, knowing that an ordinary person wouldn't have trouble answering such.
"The person it belonged to took it back."
"What was the book about?"
"It was…" I blink. "It was about a girl who was raised by her aunts, and she fell in love with an archaeologist who was also the son of the man her aunt cleaned for. I never knew how it ended."
There's a familiar tightening in my chest, and I force my lips to curve. "What about you?"
We share the plate of fries as the conversation flows. It's easy to talk to him, and my wolf rumbles happily, bathing in this attention. He must be human because he doesn't take more than one drink, probably because he doesn't want to get drunk.
I try not to share too much about myself. Cynthia is little more than a slave. Anna is a free woman. While Cynthia is boring and dull with no personality, Anna is alluring and charming, and she smiles all the time.
However, everything has to come to an end. As the evening grows longer, I realize it's nearing midnight and I should get going. I still have work tomorrow.
Adrian has not touched me once, and although I can feel the heat between us, I also know that it could just be my imagination, part of the fantasy in my head. I really shouldn't be greedy, though.
"I have to get going." I pick up my wallet to pay for my drinks when Adrian lifts a hand.
"I've got it."
Before I can say anything, he's handing a card to the bartender who just seems to understand.
"Are you heading home?"
Adrian gets to his feet as well.
"Yeah," I nod. After a pit stop at the locker room in the train station to get my stuff.
He follows me outside. "Tired of my company already?"
I let out a small laugh. "Never. But we have to end our meeting just like it started: on an edge of mystery."
He takes a step toward me, and I find myself catching my breath. So far, he's kept a polite distance from me, so to have himapproach me like this, a hunger in those sharp gray eyes, it does things to my heart.
"Y'know," his voice is huskier now, "I've had a very hard time keeping my hands to myself all night."
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don't know how to respond. Anna would know, but he's looking at Cynthia now, and Cynthia has never had a man speak to her like this or look at her this way.
