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“Consider me dragged.” He plants his hands on his hips. “Either you tell me now, or I’m going to keep you here until you do. And trust me when I say I think I’d prefer the second option. There are so many more ways to torture you when we can get up close and personal… don’t you think?”
I shudder. “Um… Yeah. No, you’re right. It was some guy I met on a dating app.”
“You’re such a bad fucking liar,” he snaps. His gaze drops to my chest, then back up to my face. “Well, you’re asking for it.”
I shake my head and push the blankets off, belatedly realizing I’m not wearing pants. Thank God for full-coverage panties. And then the memory of Knox ripping my shirt in half comes back, and I automatically cover my chest. My fingers touch a zipper.
I’m in a zip-up sweatshirt. Oversized.
Knox-sized.
My face heats. And with it, the ache increases.
“I’m going home now,” I say. “Get out of the way.”
“You’re going to go like that?” He ogles my legs.
“Yes,” I snap. “I don’t give a shit. And you’re the one who took my clothes anyway.”
He grunts. “You had blood on your shorts.”
I tip my head back and squint a little, trying to judge what emotions are hiding under his stoic expression. He hasn’t changed that much—and even though he may hate it, I can still read him.
Angry.
Worried.
Confused.
“You’re wondering why I came to you?”
He shrugs. “You could’ve called anyone.”
“My husband was only one floor up.” I glance away. “I didn’t want to explain to the police and make it worse.”
“Makewhatworse, Aurora?”
I don’t like him saying my real name. It’s too serious. And yes, this is a serious situation. But he’s never really called me by it before. It scrapes against me the wrong way, and he seems to notice the reaction.
“Aurora,” he repeats.
Jesus.
“I saw something I shouldn’t have,” I hedge. “And they wanted to drive a message home.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yep.” I move past him.
Try to, anyway.
He blocks me, gripping my upper arms and walking me backward. Until my legs catch on the bed. He releases me with the tiniest shove, and I fall. It doesn’t hurt completely, but my ribs protest my sudden gasp that accompanies it.
I curl my arm around my torso and glower at him. “Not funny.”
“Totally not funny,” he agrees.
“You’re a blabbermouth.” I point to him. “If I tell you this, you’re going to tell all your friends. And then you’ll end up telling everyone else, too.”
