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Since he came back into my life, he's been doing small things here and there, and they've been accumulating, my feelings growing, the ice cracking bit by bit. That he had remembered something that had eaten at me for so long and then made sure that it would never happen again is what made the ice finally shatter.
"So, date night tomorrow." Adam turns me around until my back is against the edge of the counter, and he kisses me. His skin is burning under my hands, and I feel my lower body tighten in need. "Do you think I'll get lucky?"
"We'll see." I laugh, trying to escape his hold. "Now, get off! Riya is watching."
Riya, who has taken her plate to eat in front of the TV, is now watching us with wide eyes.
Adam clears his throat and steps away, but he's smiling and I'm feeling a little shy.
A date.
Just then the buzzer sounds, and I go to check the door camera.
"Delivery for Miss Cynthia Rose."
"I'll buzz you in," I reply, and my finger is on the buzzer before Adam can stop me.
"Your surname," he says. "He used your surname. Take Riya and go inside the bedroom."
I pick up Riya and take her to her room. "Stay here and don't come out until I say so. Okay?"
She nods, and I close the room.
I return to Adam's side, and he snarls. "I told you to stay inside."
"Not anymore," I say firmly. "We face everything together."
He pushes me behind him just as there is a knock on the door.
He pulls the door open, and we're faced with a regular Fed-Ex delivery guy. He seems startled at our hostile appearances. "Ah, here. You have to sign for it."
He's clearly human and looks at us like we're crazy people.
Adam takes the paper from him and hands it to me. I sign it and hand it back.
I'm about to open the box when he takes it from me, sniffing it. His expression distorts.
"What is it?"
"I don't know," he breathes. "It smells like something rotting. There's another smell that I can't figure out."
He uses his claws to cut the box open, and as soon as he does, he takes in a sharp breath.
"Adam?"
I peer into the box, and a strangled sound escapes me.
It's Jonathon's rotting head.
CHAPTER 31
Adam
I stare at my father's head, feeling numb.
There is no grief, only shock.
"He's been dead for a while," I hiss. "When he went missing, he must have been killed then. There are signs of torture on his face."
