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"You're clean." It's the best I can do. And I cringe insidehardwhen I hear myself say it.
Fabien grins and crosses the room to me. It's like I'm the only one there. He doesn't even glance at the others, or waste time introducing himself.
He flips a chair around and sits across from me.
"Fabien," his father's voice growls from across the room. "Introduce yourself to our guests."
"Why? Don't they know who I am?"
They lock eyes for a moment and something passes there. Something that looks a lot like hate to me. Then Lysander shrugs and turns to Zedona.
"What can you do?" he says. "I'll have to talk to my son later. When we're alone."
Fabien rolls his eyes and smiles at me.
"Have you seen the grounds yet?" he asks me.
"N-no."
"Come on."
"I--but, we were--"Bitchy. Cruel. Come on!“I’m, like--”
"Bored," he finishes for me. "No one has ever been in a room with my father for more than five minutes and not been."
Olivia catches my eye. With the slightest gesture, she shakes her headno.
He holds out his hand, and I take it. A tentacle slithers out of his sleeve and wraps itself around my wrist like a handcuff. I'm so flustered I can barely think straight, and that thought, of the two of us in bed, just keeps popping into my head. It's like a daydream that won't leave me alone.
I feel my skin flush harder at the thought of it.
We get out the front door, and the chill in the air hits me. I realize I forgot the skimpy little scarf that I'm supposed to pretend was keeping me warm on a Chicago night in November. I can see my breath in the air.
"Here," he says, handing me his jacket.
"Won't you be cold?"
"No."
His jacket is warm, and still carries his scent. Like sandalwood and clean, clear water. Nothing like any man I've ever smelled before. I resist the urge to lean over and smell the coat closer.
"Tell me your name."
"W-what?" I stammer. I try to salvage it by sounding annoyed. "You don't even know myname?"
"I know what they told me your name was."
My heart nearly stops. Does he know somehow?I'm an idiot. I'm alone with him. He could do anything he wants to make me talk. If he already knows, then I'm as good as dead. But how could he have found me out so quickly?
All Rasmussen could tell me about Fabien’s power was that it had something to do with dreams. Could he be psychic or something?
Does he know I’m having wet dreams about him when I’m awake now?That doesn’t matter! I’m trying to stay alive here.
Fabien brushes my hair away from my neck. His fingertips gently touch the skin beneath my ear and a shiver runs through me. Two tentacles come out of his shirt sleeve. One wraps around my neck, gently. The other wraps around my face, across my mouth, like I’m being shushed and kissed at the same time.
Part of me wants to just open my lips and taste it, just a little. But suckers are tingling their way around my neck. They latch onto me. They tingle all over my lips and cheek, too. If I open my mouth, I’m afraid it’ll come right in.
And then what would I do?
